Imogen Heap - Angels lyrics

[Hook] Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang [Post-Hook] I'm the dope mane, b**hes sniffing c**aine All my young n***as know that they could always Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (always, always) Call me, call me, call me (If you see me trouble, b**h) [Verse 1] They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug n***a 24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million Shouts out to my cuz n***as, finna let it fly for my blood n***as Middle finger up to you f** n***as, if you a trill n***a, then f** with us n***a dash like a speed of a bullet With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it Heart made of pudding mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie Trying to be the mothaf**a that you couldn't knowing you Down to let it fly when I shouldn't All my young n***as they gon' rep it to the fullest Tell a f** n***a "be you," f** tough be cool All the young n***as in my crew, they down to let it fly [Pre-Hook] For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, jiggy young n***a like me (Flex!) [Hook] Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang [Verse 2] n***as got rips in they jeans man I started that Hood by air man I started that n***as claim they the God of black Well your name is purple I'm the God of that Gave you my back n***a pardon that f** that sh** I brought mobbing back I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back Motherf** black land I brought Harlem back Rolling in my Benzo, hoes on the curb a couple of friends Rolling down my window, yo what's the word, f** it get in Ride round with these bimbos, she give head to my kin folk Shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them Winslows Cause the boys gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve I'mma get by while the world gon' turn I'mma get mine like you gon' get yours n***as do the least do when the piece got nerve n***as in the streets want heat, get burned Tell a n***a "be you," f** tough be cool Couple young n***as down with my crew who be done and let it fly [Pre-Hook] For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, young n***a like me (They let it fly) For a n***a like me, jiggy young n***a like me (Flex!) [Hook] Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang