Lyrics Pele - Angelo Mota

Pele

Got a hold on me now
No you can’t hold me down
I got low on these ghosts
In a hole in the ground
No control on me now
Got a hold on me now
No you can’t hold me down
I got low on these ghosts
In a hole in the ground
No control on me now
Got a hold on me now
No you can’t hold me down
I got low on these ghosts
In a hole in the ground
No control on me now
Got a hold on me now
No you can’t hold me down
I can not regret it
I want it, I get it, and then I forget it
My goals in the twenties, my nose in the clouds and my
Head in the heavens
My bro got a business, thank God for his blessings
The more that I’m bleeding the more I can smell it
It’s closer than ever
You don’t gotta guess it
Kick up the turf like I’m Pelè, I’m ready
Pack on me hoe, if you buying, I’m selling
I’m back on me hoe, all the whining irrelevant
Give a fuck bout a cop or a president
Ain’t it evident, boutta be deader than
Anybody who had said they were better than
Anybody, don’t you get we ain’t separate
Plenty bodies stacking up cause of Benjamins
Plenty hommies from Tylers and Benjamins
Ain’t no Tommys get locked more than seven and
Ain’t no mommies get rest in they head again, glad I’m american
Glad I ain’t giving a fuck and I’m settling
Pull up the trunk, hit the, and I’m sedated
I’ll let you argue about how I said the shit
Missing the messages
Sit in the room but don’t speak on the elephant
I hit my peak when I peeked off the edge of it
Steeping and sipping the tea with the extras and
Plead with my brethren to ease off the lettuce
I know I don’t listen to what I be telling them
Knowing myself, I got so much intelligence
I got the dust and the webs and the skeletons
I got some rust on the whip but I’m sailing it
And that shit sound like a ship when I’m pressing the gas and the
Shit hits the metal, it’s actually fabric
I still pack it out, now we dipping and dashing and bumping the classics
The dope from the izzy, this feel like blue magic
I’m hoping I really get hold of my actions