Locksmith - Angels & demons lyrics

B***h, don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money Yeah, tell ’em pray for me, b***h don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money What is the definition of real now? Is it determined on what you earned or you build now? Has it been predicated? The people that’s dedicated to dumbin’ the demograph are half of the .., like (woof) Look at what I rose from What do you expect when livin’ under your own thumb? How do you progress when you left in a lurch and they left you inert So you search for your own drum? But I come from a place where the space was cramped I was raised in the wastes, I don’t wait for stamps Of approval, my removal mutes you So I move at a pace that elates my camp I was canvassin’, what I imagined then Was a safehouse, now I come back with them I don’t chase clout, that is an act of sin I reenact what is fact to refract within If I adapt to them, then my edge is gone There’s a very thin line when the ledge is drawn There was various times where they egged me on But still the wounds from the past are what kept me calm B***h, don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money Yeah, tell ’em pray for me, b***h don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Versuri-lyrics.info Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money What are you ni**as really afraid of? What are you benefittin’ by livin’ to a pay stub? How is it beneficial, in prison, the inner issues of people who went and dissed you repent, but it’s fake love? But a horror and what you didn’t involve ’em in I been holdin’ the psalm and then I been watchin’ you bark his accomplishments ‘Cause you’re a falsehood, just a .. A sunk ark in the hearts of men If you walk .. then your remarks are a barker b***h mark The start’s where you faltered in Every bar is a barge into Barça I know to roll between a goal .. was far-fetched But I’m frowned upon, I found the pawns around, upon The large fish, underground, but strong Self-doubt was the route that the shouts would spawn F**k jealous comments and the couch you on You were never an adversary, don’t have me go have you carried Away, the way you ni**as ride is imaginary Don’t have me get to clappin’ at your capillaries You rappers are rather b***h-made, I will have ’em buried I just wanna be myself, respect for my reflection when I see myself It’s a blessin’, through the music, I can feed myself And give a message to the folks that said they need my help Look, I will never let down anybody I’m a leader to Follow every word and take a look at where I’m leadin’ you Never idolize, I just hope your eyes recognize Everything you see in me, I see in you Brain food, look at how good I’m feedin’ you Road to success, there’s a highway to hell, yeah, a scenic route So my intuition got to tellin’ me that bein’ on the television ain’t the validation that I need from you Lookin’ at my younger self, hopin’ I would make it Prayin’ that I got a chance, if I did, I would take it Confusin’ bein’ high on self with elevation Confusin’ bein’ dead inside with dedication I would never trade grace for fame, my faith remains The Devil’s works or God’s blessings? Pepsi, Coke? They look the same, they both is sweet But in the end, they don’t taste the same, so choose one B***h, don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money Yeah, tell ’em pray for me, b***h don’t even mention If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition F**k y’all really gon’ say? Tell me I got a condition? ni**as can’t hit what they can’t see I’ma stay low to the street while I get my moneyyy