Kevin Gates - Dark Angels lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Dark Angels lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates] Where we go from here, if I leave the block A little money fine but I need a lot Take a preachers route but dont lie to people I ain't never seen anything in the sky Clean in the ride, what I mean that I'm fly With a b**h super mean, bumpin' lean to the side I was thinkin bout any means I could try I believe in a high! Being logical gave me a reason to doubt Scheme for things I was dreaming In a magazine article reading about Face card, I ain't got to pay for d** It comes free with the artificial love Could I just do me, let me be me I ain't arguin' for much I'm with this b**h and I feel free She don't demand of me for much My s** drive been at an all time low I can barley get it up! Tryin' to keep another mother f**er happy Swear I'm givin' up! Drug usage is increasing since the last time Been gone awhile and I'll be back just like the last time Racks on me, stacks on me, travel hard One nation under God! In the car alone, prayin' to the stars Engine roaring, make a joyful noise Praise be to Allah, come this far or not! Cocaine, Foreign car, look who takin' off! Throwin' money at my n***a Younger sister really wishin' he was with us But look who takin' off! Band for you to keep, love I'm finna leave So I guess I'm taking off! Good hearted if you think wrong How could you be right? Four n***as f**in' the same b**h She pop up pregnant this can't be life Get rid of the b**h, 'fore I get rid of you b**h I'm sick of you b**h No hands on ya, rubberbands on ya, I ain't talkin' like a stripper Pay! They do it, send razors through, spray the kay and make you flip Only reason I ain't k** your mother Strength of her daughter And she cheats everyday on your daddy Tryin' to give orders Then they try to extort a gangsta, I'm someone important Don't step in my office, I ain't about no talkin' Be sippin' my coffee while bullets is sparkin' Without any caution, now watch who I'm crossin' b**bie is awesome, can't jump if I lost ya With this I went off My grandpa a gangsta, he died I went off Don't interrupt me while I am recordin' sh** so depressing, I wish I could pause it Misunderstand it, put that in a coffin' Back to the margin, re-up and get off it Label an orphan, lane of my own I got the hawkin, I am retarded Know there's a name, don't know what to call it [Verse 2: Trae] Yeah Its like sometimes when I sit by myself I honestly can say everybody can't relate That's why I talk to my angel I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind I need guidance Father can't see the signs Like nothing real the word redefined Knowing the game is different streets redesigned Still thuggin but dont wanna catch a piece of time Knowing that love might get you when its lookin for shine So many young n***as lost they vision is blind Now I'm sick as f** got pain beatin me down Swear a n***a sick of losing where the f** is the wind at I gotta fight harder where the f** is my wind at Lookin at the road, damn where the f** is the end at All I know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that All I know is loyalty I don't know how to pretend that You did a n***a dirty how the f** I'ma amend that You said you was alone so I stepped to the plate When sh** got hard for me ain't no help get sent back Bet, everything that go up come down Word to everyone one of my n***as that was gunned down At night I talk to God, ain't get back one sound Its hard to see light comin out when the sun down Runnin, I dont even know where I'm headed I did it all for the streets all I got was the credit If I can go back I'll tell my n***a to edit Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it s*uts lust hopin they might trap sh** All cause I rap, now I hate this rap sh** Laws comin ain't no time to react sh** Judge wanna convict me I ain't even much clap sh** Born sinner cause I was lookin for dinner Tryin to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier Lord knows I need em kind hard to function Gettin sick of the devil that b**h ridin my shoulder Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover Stress recycle sh** over and over f** the world these days sh** colder Friends fake but all I want is to get older Feelin the pressure like everyone watching The bell keep on ringing like somethin that boxin My son havin seizures no doctor can stop em Hold on to him with all i got I can't drop him My spirit been broke I pray somebody swap him My heart feelin pain like if somebody shot him My brother keep callin I tell him I got him And since nothin promised I'm goin without em My aunty just died I can't cry I just kissed her Short of my visit they told me I missed her Look up to God hopin heaven can list her Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters So in my zone n***a f** if I'm trippin My testimony somethin n***as should listen Been 32 years but I'm still on that mission The struggle got a n***a hooked like I'm fishing...