Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Angel, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song I Am King, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
Dark Angel |
Kevin Gates: |
Where we go from here if I leave the block |
A little money fine but i need alot |
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 and im fly |
With a bitch super mean bumper leaned to the side |
I was thinkin about any means i could try |
I believe in a high |
Being logical gave me a reason to doubt |
Scheme for the things i was dreamin |
In a magazine article readin about |
Face card, i ain’t got to pay for drugs |
It come free with the artificial love |
Could i just do me? |
Let me be me |
I ain’t arguing for much |
Im with this bitch and i feel free |
She dont demand of me for much |
My sex drive been at an all time low |
Can bearly get it up |
Tryna keep a, nother motherfucker happy |
Swear im givin up |
Drug usuage is increasing since the last time |
Before long and ill 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 |
Egine roaring, vroom vroom |
Making jobs for noise |
Praise be to the lord, come this far and all |
Cocain foreign car, look who takin off |
Throwin money at my niggas younger sister |
Really wishin he was wish us, but |
Look who takin off |
Preparin for you to keep, lord im fixin to leave |
So i guess im takin off |
Good heart and if you think wrong how could you be right |
Four niggas fuckin the same bitch |
She pop up pregnant this can’t be life |
Get rid of the bitch before i get rid of you bitchh |
Sick you bitch, no hands on ya |
Rubber bands on ya, i ain’t talkin like a stripper |
Pay the due to send razor bullets, spray the k and make it flip ya |
Only reason i ain’t kill ya mother, is straight up her daughter |
And she cheats every day on your daddy, and try to give orders |
Then they try to extort a gangster |
Im some one important |
Dont step in my office |
I ain’t bout no talkin |
Be sippin my coffee |
While bullets be sparkin |
Without any caution |
I watch him i cross him |
Who be as awsome |
Catch up if i lost you |
Or else ill take off |
My grandpa a gangsta |
He died and went off |
Dont interupt me while i am recording |
Shit so depressing i wish i could pause it |
Misunderstanding put that in the coffin |
Make to the margin reup and get off it |
Labled an orfin, made on my own |
I got the honky i am retarded |
No ones to name for, don’t know to call it |
Trae: |
Yeah |
Its like sometimes when i sit by myself |
I honestly can say everybody can’t relate |
Thats why i talk to my angel |
Im in the dark looking for a peace of mind |
I need guidence 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 niggas lost they vision is blind |
Now im sick as fuck got pain beatin me down |
Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at |
I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at |
Lookin at the road, damn where the fuck is the end at |
All i know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that |
All i know is loyalty i dont know how to pretend that |
You did a nigga dirty how the fuck ima amend that |
You said you was alone so i stepped to the plate |
When shit got hard for me ain’t no help get sent back |
Bet |
Everything that go up come down |
Word to everyone one of my niggas 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 im headed |
I did it all for the streets all i got was the credit |
If i can go back ill tell my nigga to edit |
Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it |
Sluts lust hopin they might trap shit |
All cause i rap, now i hate this rap shit |
Laws comin ain’t no time to react shit |
Judge wanna convict me i ain’t even much clap shit |
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 bitch ridin my shoulder |
Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover |
Stress recylce shit over and over |
Fuck the world these days shit 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 seaizures 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 like if somebody shot him |
My brother keep callin i tell him i got him |
And since nothin promised im 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 hope’n heaven can list her |
Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters |
So in my zone nigga fuck if im trippin |
My testimony somethin niggas should listen |
Been 32 years but im still on that mission |
The struggle got a nigga hooked like im fishing… |