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trae tha truth - dark angels lyrics

[verse 1: kevin gates]
where we go from here, if i leave the block
a little money fine but i need a lot
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 that i’m fly
with a b-tch super mean, bumpin’ lean to the side
i was thinkin bout any means i could try
i believe in a high!
being logical gave me a reason to doubt
scheme for things i was dreaming
in a magazine article reading about
face card, i ain’t got to pay for drugs
it comes free with the artificial love
could i just do me, let me be me
i ain’t arguin’ for much
i’m with this b-tch and i feel free
she don’t demand of me for much
my s-x drive been at an all time low
i can barley get it up!
tryin’ to keep another mother f-cker happy
swear i’m givin’ up!
drug usage is increasing since the last time
been gone awhile and i’ll 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
engine roaring, make a joyful noise
praise be to allah, come this far or not!
cocaine, foreign car, look who takin’ off!
throwin’ money at my n-gga
younger sister really wishin’ he was with us
but look who takin’ off!
band for you to keep, love i’m finna leave
so i guess i’m taking off!
good hearted if you think wrong
how could you be right?
four n-ggas f-ckin’ the same b-tch
she pop up pregnant this can’t be life
get rid of the b-tch, ‘fore i get rid of you b-tch
i’m sick of you b-tch
no hands on ya, rubberbands on ya, i ain’t talkin’ like a stripper
pay! they do it, send razors through, spray the kay and make you flip
only reason i ain’t k!ll your mother
strength of her daughter
and she cheats everyday on your daddy
tryin’ to give orders
then they try to extort a gangsta, i’m someone important
don’t step in my office, i ain’t about no talkin’
be sippin’ my coffee while bullets is sparkin’
without any caution, now watch who i’m crossin’
b00bie is awesome, can’t jump if i lost ya
with this i went off
my grandpa a gangsta, he died i went off
don’t interrupt me while i am recordin’
sh-t so depressing, i wish i could pause it
misunderstand it, put that in a coffin’
back to the margin, re-up and get off it
label an orphan, lane of my own
i got the hawkin, i am r-t-rded
know there’s a name, don’t know what to call it

[verse 2: trae]
yeah
its like sometimes when i sit by myself
i honestly can say everybody can’t relate
that’s why i talk to my angel
i’m in the dark looking for a peace of mind
i need guidance 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 n-ggas lost they vision is blind
now i’m sick as f-ck got pain beatin me down
swear a n-gga sick of losing where the f-ck is the wind at
i gotta fight harder where the f-ck is my wind at
lookin at the road, d-mn where the f-ck is the end at
all i know is be the truth swear n0body will bend that
all i know is loyalty i don’t know how to pretend that
you did a n-gga dirty how the f-ck i’ma amend that
you said you was alone so i stepped to the plate
when sh-t got hard for me ain’t no help get sent back
bet, everything that go up come down
word to everyone one of my n-ggas 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 i’m headed
i did it all for the streets all i got was the credit
if i can go back i’ll tell my n-gga to edit
until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it
sl-ts l-st hopin they might trap sh-t
all cause i rap, now i hate this rap sh-t
laws comin ain’t no time to react sh-t
judge wanna convict me i ain’t even much clap sh-t
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 b-tch ridin my shoulder
fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover
stress recycle sh-t over and over
f-ck the world these days sh-t 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 seizures 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 pain like if somebody shot him
my brother keep callin i tell him i got him
and since nothin promised i’m 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 hopin heaven can list her
somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters
so in my zone n-gga f-ck if i’m trippin
my testimony somethin n-ggas should listen
been 32 years but i’m still on that mission
the struggle got a n-gga hooked like i’m fishing…

- trae tha truth lyrics

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