Kevin Gates - Dark Angel ft Trae Tha Truth | Текст песни

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[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...

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