Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Angels & Demons , by - Locksmith. Release date: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Angels & Demons |
| Bitch, don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas 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, bitch don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas 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 bill 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 |
| Bitch, don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas 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, bitch don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas can’t hit what they can’t see |
| I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money |
| What are you niggas 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 to diss |
| 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 bitch 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 |
| Fuck jealous comments and the couch you on |
| You were never an adversary, don’t have me go have you carried |
| Away, the way you niggas ride is imaginary |
| Don’t have me get to clappin' at your capillaries |
| You rappers are rather bitch-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 could 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 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 |
| Bitch, don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas 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, bitch don’t even mention |
| If y’all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition |
| Fuck y’all really gon' say? |
| Tell me I got a condition? |
| Niggas can’t hit what they can’t see |
| I’ma stay low to the street while I get my money |