Oi, a London boy, JP, yuh know? Damn, YP, you mixed this? Said I know I got angels, I feel it Rollin' up and I'm keepin' my distance Fuck everybody, they start movin' different I'm good on my own, I don't need no assistance If you know that you cross me, you dead to me Stay in the streets, I ain't talkin' 'bout Sesame Ain't been feelin' no love in a minute Life is too short and that shit like a snippet You get in that room, better turn to a cricket I'ma push 'til I reach me a million I just started, so I am not finished I stay in the dark and I write, like a critic I'm a demon, hearts in the stone Down fours, like I'm flyin' with spirit Won't forget days, I was on my way home, bullet's flyin' Still ain't used the phone for them digits I was taught to just up it and boom Said she love me, but she love me not She fuck with the opps, said she settin' the drop I find out I was clear on the room If I don't got the gun, pick a beat But, the bullets still hit him, knock him out his sneaks Said this bitch is a freak in the sheets I can't be played 'cause I'm playin' for keeps I got hurt, I ain't trustin' nobody When shit gettin' real, is you really on timin'? I'm a demon, I'm not with the nonsense Roll up design, it's takin' my conscience Niggas lurkin' and they steady watchin' Keep a knock in case I gotta dump it Let it off, so it blow like a trumpet For my brothers, turn nothin' into somethin' And then I be thinkin' like, where am I goin'? Like, she be tweakin' and geekin', she know it Shorty a baddie, her skin get to glowin' But, she got me all in my emotions I am a demon, but my heart is broken And that shit gettin' used like a slogan Said you love me, but you couldn't show it I put the pain in the Glock and that's why I keep totin' I said I stay in the streets, give a fuck 'bout a melody Said you bitches is dumb and you dead to me Bein' a race, but you can't get ahead of me I'm ahead 'til you run out of energy Nowadays, it's just shoot or get shot So, you know I can't die with the knocks He tried to run, he get put in a box Like, Megan, holes in his socks Money hungry, it's eatin' my abdomen Get to the bag and then get to the packet And if I am lackin', know nothin' is happen Niggas butt in, this shit is so bafflin' Money hungry, it's eatin' my abdomen Get to the bag and then get to the packet And if I am lackin', know nothin' is happen Niggas butt in, this shit is so bafflin' If he movin' funny, it be wock Go to my feelin's, I'm sippin' on wocky (I'm sippin' on wocky) Said you love me, but you love me not I can't get too attached, I don't know if you got me That shit crazy, I gave you my love from my heart in your hands And you let my shit drop (And you let my shit drop) 'Member days I was on my way home Used to pray I would make it, kept payin' them shots (Grrt, grrt) No construction, we shut down your block (Shut down your block) They're movin' wock you get put in a box (No cap) If I don't got with me, I know Jenny with me If you play, she send Forty-one shots I've been with same niggas from the same house Said she love me then she love me not (She love me not) I'm just prayin' they free all my mans locked If you run up on me you get shot (RIP bro) We're goin' dumb, [?] niggas out of the box (No cap) Keep a stitchy, I can make it hot (Can make it hot) They I try to play me, I'm playin' the spot (Grrt) But, they could not get me, that back door locked, uh Said I know I got angels, I feel it They be makin' sure, I'm movin' proper (Makin' sure) Movin' tact', I cannot die with the knocker She try to line me, on bro, I'ma drop 'em (Grrt) And you always say I move funny (Funny) And I put that on bro, you move wocky (On bro) And sometimes you think I'm a dummy I be flossin' myself, not the blocka (Gang) I be flossin' myself, not the blocka Said I know I got angels, I feel it Rollin' up and I'm keepin' my distance Fuck everybody, they start movin' different I'm good on my own, I don't need no assistance If you know that you cross me, you dead to me Stay in the streets, I ain't talkin' 'bout Sesame Ain't been feelin' no love in a minute Life is too short and that shit like a snippet You get in that room, better turn to a cricket I'ma push 'til I reach me a million I just started, so I am not finished I stay in the dark and I write, like a critic I'm a demon, hearts in the stone Down fours, like I'm flyin' with spirit Won't forget days, I was on my way home, bullet's flyin' Still ain't used the phone for them digits