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heart of brooklyn - lost angelz lyrics

[intro]
i’m gone, i’m faded
baby we the best, i know you hate it
baby i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone
you know i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone

[verse 1 : edo]
in one year i did ten shows
but you never gon’ see me stop
only time that you ever see me stop was
when i got pulled over by the cops (uh)
m-th-f-ckas wanna see me drop
never that gon’ make it to the top (uh)
got the keys to the sh-t right now
soon enough i’ll have the game on lock
40 sippin’ i’m all in it
six rappers we all k!ll it
ya temporary, ya jay lin it
we go hard, we stay winning
lookin’ down at you lame n-ggas, (huh)
everybody want the fame n-gga (uh)
but you ain’t working hard enough
i put my heart in us, so pardon us
pretend that i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck it i ran out of luck
now that my heart is all cut, i gave up on love
f-ck it it came from above, kendrick flow
potential for greatness, i made this
a couple people told me that
domninicano in the rap game (now)
these n-ggas can’t hold me back

[hook]
i’m gone, i’m faded
baby we the best, i know you hate it
baby i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone
you know i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone
i’m gone, i’m faded
we the best, i know you hate it
i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone
you know i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone

[verse 2 : tee media]

when i over drink
i start to over-think
in this cold world
that’s why i wear a mink
last chick i had she wasn’t sh-t
so that’s why ima stay a pimp
and i told my momma ima make it big
take her out tell her pick a crib
tryna’ make millz not make kids
sippin’ on this remy, so i pop lids
surrounded by all these fake n-ggas
while i’m tryna’ make about eight figures
they sending shots, i need eight triggers
can’t trust hoes
they all gold diggers
last chick i gave her everything
too bad she was worthless
that’s why i stick to music cuz’ it’s worth it
25 a night that sounds perfect
i’m a real n-gga till the casket drop
heart on e like i pill pop
between second and third like a short stop
i’m tryna take her home for some good top
i’m telling her i’m faded, she askin’ if i’m famous
my ex texin’ me sayin’ we haven’t spoke in ages
my new chick calling saying
“d-mn babe i’m waiting”
i’m stuck here debating
while you f-ck boys hating, blaow

[hook]

[ness rhyme]
i got an angel’s heart for a demon’s brain
love be only thing that keeps me tame
drugs be the only thing that keep me sane
f-ck being tough when you weak in pain
i said i lost my life at the age of twelve
back towards heaven and i’m facing h-ll
well, life’s a b-tch get a kick to ya face
that’s what happens when you chasin’ tails
i, know, my, life, ain’t, what
it may seem to be
i said you know what it means to me
p-ssy, money, and liqour but i swear that sh-t be the death of a n-gga
i know, god a problem never forgive me for sins
the devil got a cell awaiting for me to get in
daddy put some money away for me to go win
instead i spent it all on some hennessy and some timbs
d-mn, now imagine how long i’ve been waiting to say that i’m famous
and it’s funny how much time i’ve wasted on women
who know longer know what my name is
so much head guess it left em brainless
now my heart is as sharp as a stainless
now i’m painless
so don’t ask mr west why the f-ck he’s an -n-s
shameless

[hook]

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