Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Angel , by - Oliver Francis. Release date: 23.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Angel |
| It’s the end of all that fake shit |
| I’m your replacement |
| Ain’t no difference between you rappers |
| Y’all all make the same shit |
| Yeah, my flow is phenomenal |
| Build the beat like bionicle |
| I’m the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible |
| Yeah, the whip is limited, slinted and the windows is tinted |
| Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it’s authentic |
| Little bitch gon' run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver’s dead |
| I’ll stop pretending, think I’m just gonna be myself instead |
| I do this shit for everyone who’s showin' me love |
| I’m either workin' on the music or I’m rollin' it up |
| Me, I’ll be so played out, you trainee rappers gotsta go |
| If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a GOAT |
| You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff |
| Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I had enough |
| You got me so fucked up if you think I’m 'bout to quit |
| 'Cause I can’t wait too much, all my family in this rappin' shit (?) |
| No, you won’t find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib |
| Rollin' up and celebratin' all of my accomplishments |
| It’s right here on some midas shit |
| I’m only rappin' from my heart |
| If I was worried about the hits |
| I make some pop shit for the charts |
| In my bedroom zoning out |
| My chick go on the drought (?) |
| All the kids who rockin' with me, ya’ll know what we talkin' 'bout |
| Yo it’s the end of all that fake shit, I’m your replacement |
| Ain’t no difference between you rappers |
| Y’all all make the same shit, bitch |
| I cry myself to sleep like almost every night |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |
| If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |
| It’s the reaper creepin' slow |
| I know you see me when you dreamin' |
| Been a minute I was in it, I came back, but now I’m screamin' |
| Beneath the scene they preachin' to the teens about the (?), so |
| It seemed to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them C-notes |
| At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth |
| And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse |
| Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial |
| And my head is my rival |
| But see, the pen is my rifle |
| These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame |
| But I got kids who tell me that they have a gun to they brain |
| Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song |
| And that’s something more important than what station I’m on |
| Y’all aiming straight for the charts |
| I’m aiming straight for the chest |
| I only speak from the heart |
| You only vibin' the trends |
| You fuckin' goof |
| So try and say I’m lackin' the juice |
| A body bag, I’ll wrap and tag 'em, send them back to the booth |
| I cry myself to sleep like almost every night |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |
| If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |
| I cry myself to sleep like almost every night |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |
| If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that’s all right |
| I hope you know |
| I’m no angel |