Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angels vs Demons, artist - Young M.A. Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Song language: English
Angels vs Demons |
| Feelin' like the old me, you heard? |
| When I was hungry for this shit, man |
| Still hungry too, uh |
| (Ayy, Benjamin, he got benjamins) |
| Uh |
| I’m back to my habits, back to my ways |
| Back to puttin' that 'yac to my face |
| Back to dumpin' these ashes and trays |
| Back to who I was back in the days |
| Back to the grain, can’t believe I actually changed |
| Talked about gettin' rich, now I’m actually paid |
| Swerved a little, got off track, now I’m back in my lane |
| Life is good, yeah, but I always relapse to that pain |
| Mental health is a stain, them thoughts in the back of my brain |
| Man, fuck love, them bitches ain’t deserve the love that I gave |
| But when I fucked, I always made sure they actually came |
| Went from trappin' to fame, crazy, now I’m trapped in the fame |
| And I be switchin' bitches like I switch hats, it’s a shame |
| With this game, either you lack or you gain, or both |
| 'Cause I just made a rack and blew that on a chain |
| But I’m self-made, back in the booth, back on that stage |
| And when you independent, rap pays, no cap, man |
| And I got a hundred demons in my rearview |
| But the money up ahead and it’s a clear view |
| If you ain’t loyal like I’m loyal, I don’t feel you |
| 'Cause where I’m from, that type of shit will kill you |
| Uh, three in the mornin', sippin' this Henny |
| Thankin' God for these M’s, came from a pocket of pennies |
| Haters talkin' that shit, that’s the devil just tryna get me |
| Thank you to who defend me, but opinions never offend me, nah |
| I’m a livin' legend, man, I swear to God |
| That lil' homie doin' seven, he was pitchin' hard |
| But he gotta take that L 'cause he ain’t snitchin', nah |
| This lifestyle got me hooked just like a fishin' rod |
| Call me a bitch all you want, just know that bitch in charge |
| Tell all these small money niggas I’m really livin' large |
| Just know I keep the 40 on me, ain’t gotta sent a squad |
| I be doly most of the time, 'cause bitch, I live with heart |
| But when they killed my brother, it ripped my shit apart |
| I buy this ice so I can shine 'cause my heart is dark |
| These VVs, what’s the difference? |
| Just a different spark |
| I’m a dog and you a dog, but I bite, you bark |
| And I got a hundred demons in my rearview |
| But the money up ahead and it’s a clear view |
| If you ain’t loyal like I’m loyal, I don’t feel you |
| 'Cause where I’m from, that type of shit will kill you |
| And your life can change long as you still you |
| And when they throwin' bricks, just let it build you |
| If they movin' funny, don’t let 'em near you |
| And if they don’t respect it, make 'em fear you |