Trae Tha Truth - Dark Angel (ft. Kevin Gates)

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Trae Tha Truth - Dark Angel (ft. Kevin Gates)

Paroles: Dark Angel

Where we go from here if I leave the block
A little money fine but I need a lot
Take a preachers route but don't lie to people
I ain't never seen anything in the sky
Clean in the ride what I mean and I'm fly
With a bitch super mean, bumper leaned to the side
I was thinking 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 dreaming
In a magazine article reading 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
I'm with this bitch and I feel free
She don't demand of me for much
My sex dropping at an all-time low
Can barely get it up
Tryna keep another motherfucker happy
Swear I'm giving up
Drug usage is increasing since the last time
I'll go around 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 praying to the stars
Engine roaring, making jobs for noise
Praise be to the Lord, come this far and all
Cocaine, foreign car, look who taking off
Throwing money at my nigga's younger sister
Really wishing he was wish us, but
Look who taking off
Preparing for you to keep, Lord, I'm fixing to leave
So I guess I'm taking off
Good heart and if you think wrong how could you be right?
Four niggas fucking the same bitch
She pop up pregnant, this can't be life
Get rid of the bitch before I get rid of you, bitch
Sick of you, bitch, no hands on you
Rubber bands on you, I ain't talking like a stripper
Pay the due to send razor bullets, spray the k and make it flip you
Only reason I ain't kill you 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
I'm someone important, don't step in my office
I ain't bout no talking, be sipping my coffee
While bullets be sparking without any caution
I watch him, I cross him, who be as awesome?
Catch up if I lost you or else I'll take off
My grandpa a gangsta, he died and went off
Don't interrupt me while I am recording
Shit so depressing I wish I could pause it
Misunderstanding put that in my coffin
Make to the margin, re-up and get off it
Labeled an orphan, made on my own
I got the honky, I am retarded
No one to aim for, no one to call it

It's 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 don't wanna catch a piece of time
Knowing that love might get you when it's looking for shine
So many young niggas lost, they vision is blind
Now I'm sick as fuck got pain beating 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
Looking 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 don't know how to pretend that
You did a nigga dirty, how the fuck I'mma mend 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
It's hard to see light coming out when the sun down
Running, I don't 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 nigga to edit
Until I'm running out of time, get the clock then set it
Sluts lusting hoping they might trap shit
All 'cause I rap but now I hate this rap shit
Laws coming, ain't no time to react shit
Judge wanna convict me, I ain't even much clap shit
Born sinner 'cause I was looking for dinner
Trying to feed my kids, tell 'em daddy a soldier
Lord knows I need 'em, kinda hard to function
Getting sick of the devil, that bitch riding my shoulder
Fresh out my luck something short of a clover
Stress recycle shit over and over
Fuck the world, these days shit colder
Friends fake but all I want is to get older
Feeling the pressure like everyone watching
The bell keep on ringing like something that's boxing
My son having 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 feeling pain like if somebody shot him
My brother keep calling, I tell him I got him
And since nothing promised I'm going without him
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, hoping heaven can list her
Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters
So in my zone nigga, fuck if I'm tripping
My testimony something niggas should listen
Been 32 years but I'm still on that mission
The struggle got a nigga hooked like I'm fishing

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