Angels by T5 Lyrics
I know that all my sins forgiven when i look at the progress
I know money didn't change me, still a hell of a nigga
I know they won't ever love me, so i stick to my issue
I know G is still alive, cause im feeling the presence
I dont know bout what they doing, but i'm up, what's happening?
I dont know if you that nigga, is you real or you pussy?
I dont know if bitches tryna take, when im not looking
If i write it, you can cash it, hot when i be cooking
Maybachs and benzinos, women in trios
Check the line, flip again
Im talking three hoes
Come again, thumb it through
I had to re-up
I stack it up , walk in the bank
They saying, yes sir
But you can't say that i didn't leave it all on the line
Gotta ride for me, just don't look me in my eyes
Its suicide, caught you playing for the other side
You cross the line, now you niggas gotta
I know God is watching over, i be reckless at times
I know the 30's in the glizzy, and they go with my slimes
I know my bruddas real as fuck, and can't nobody say different
Eyes open as a book, i see the cap through my vision
Long live my slimes, my G's, shooters and patnahs, no sir
Ain't ducking no smoke, they call us rastas
Tunnel vision all i see is green fuck a visine
Post that nigga in a magazine, you know what I mean
But you can't say that i didn't leave it all on the line
Gotta ride for me, just don't look me in my eyes
Its suicide, caught you playing for the other side
You cross the line, now you niggas gotta
I know money didn't change me, still a hell of a nigga
I know they won't ever love me, so i stick to my issue
I know G is still alive, cause im feeling the presence
I dont know bout what they doing, but i'm up, what's happening?
I dont know if you that nigga, is you real or you pussy?
I dont know if bitches tryna take, when im not looking
If i write it, you can cash it, hot when i be cooking
Maybachs and benzinos, women in trios
Check the line, flip again
Im talking three hoes
Come again, thumb it through
I had to re-up
I stack it up , walk in the bank
They saying, yes sir
But you can't say that i didn't leave it all on the line
Gotta ride for me, just don't look me in my eyes
Its suicide, caught you playing for the other side
You cross the line, now you niggas gotta
I know God is watching over, i be reckless at times
I know the 30's in the glizzy, and they go with my slimes
I know my bruddas real as fuck, and can't nobody say different
Eyes open as a book, i see the cap through my vision
Long live my slimes, my G's, shooters and patnahs, no sir
Ain't ducking no smoke, they call us rastas
Tunnel vision all i see is green fuck a visine
Post that nigga in a magazine, you know what I mean
But you can't say that i didn't leave it all on the line
Gotta ride for me, just don't look me in my eyes
Its suicide, caught you playing for the other side
You cross the line, now you niggas gotta