Romil - Angels (PLEASE DELETE) lyrics

(Produced by: ROME) [Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] So many possible things I can say and get away with The same sh**'s recorded, exported, by all you lame kids ASF UP, oh, ASF UP, oh I can say that over and over and it would bump bro Never be bunk tho Dropped out but don't plan on ever going broke so Here's to the music and the kids that will use it Recordin', reportin' live from the city of Houston Where the OG's screw it DODI MOB is a movement Got a f**in' army unit Got some goons who got some oozies who ain't afraid to use them So, if you mess around, f** around, get knocked down Get locked out, like lock out You hot now? Sit down Ain't bout that Ain't really ever ever tryna hear that Kinda weird at rap Call it weirdo rap, abstract, abnormal, and all that, but Made a cla**ic, too I'm pa**ing through, with an ease Cla**es I ain't pa** yet, my momma oh so mad at me Rather be with Raleigh, rolling up the finest tree Strokin' on some f**ing keys Oh wait, oh wait, no h*mo please This that sh** you prolly do not wanna hear, but need to hear No diamonds in my hear, keep yo' vision clear Tunnel though, twenty-twenty 16 writing 16s that are better than n***as who 20 Name a n***a f**in' with me And my melodies hot You see the love that he got You hear the tracks that he drop I talk in 3 p a lot I jam to 3 Peat a lot None of this sh** makes sense but you nod ya' head like, 'got damn he hot' Why the f** would he stop? Gotta be a fool, to drop up outta school Ain't even gotta job, don't even deliver food, but Now a days everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips it's just a bunch of gibberish And they move they mouth like they forgot about A-B-S-T-R-A-C-T [Verse 2: Dom Mclennon] 1 time for your mind 2 times for your spirit 3 times for the dreameers Who only have goals with the chance to scare em Hoping that isn't only I But I feel its how I get by If I don't aim high Then I can't touch skies So I'm keeping the clouds level with my brow Big city mindstate coming from a small town Never had a bark so I muzzle others down Foot on the throttle never gonna stop now I'm in the juggernaut b**h running straight for the crown Come stop me I'm a boutique, other n***as? Swap meets. Naturally I'm unique, they copy We accurate, competitors? Sloppy Music is what we embody And RIP to S Dot A lot of people miss you But this place of ours will success I gurantee it's no issue co*k a pen back like a pistol Let it off upon the page Our future looks so crystal They can't ever stop this wave [Bridge - Kevin Abstract] Look to the sky for advice young boy