Till the Angels Come
The Alchemist, Prodigy, Freddie Gibbs, Domo Genesis
I let you niggas have your
Fifteen but I'm running next
Don't duck and run, I'm crushing this, son
Just fuck 'em and nothing less
Used to hustle suckers for pack of
Gushers and dubs of cess
And now I puff some pounds every mont
I don't be fuckin stressin' no need for up
(ward) inflection
Got it (guide it) till there's nothing left
Showing no contesting
I'm just laughing at who I'm up against
Bunch of frail fucks
Bitches with they tails tucked
Hope you ain't thinking we believing
The things you tell us
Hope you ain't thinking bout some
Beefing cuz that's a L, brah
Wolf gang coming with that pack
Like a mail truck
Niggas can not stop me, Doms drops kamikaze
Outloud the chop to the top
Notch and got it bodied
Smoother than maserati
Not in the novice lobby
Nigga watch me dropping that constant
Shit that you gotta copy
Show me that shit you be
On, I already got it, probably
Nigga hella cocky on my hustle
Don't you fucking knock me
Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
Applying pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
Ain't no loving
Just a thug with multiple drug habit's
Ripping wheels on automobiles
With this automatic record label drop me
I drop the package to my niggas
Slept on some couches, chop some ounces
Now I'm even richer
Straight water-whipper, that gangsta nigga
Gangsta Gibbs under surveillance
Got federal agents at the crib
Them crackers say I'm moving
Thangs on airplanes
So spare me with the threats
I shot my lawyers some spare change
Them G packs, back on the streets, jack
Back in the spot
Got geekers smoking off their knee caps
Turning rookies into regulars
Cook that relapse i got them yappas
Bigger choppers than the police got
And them niggas know it
Bigger shit I'm flowin'
I know they gon' get me one
Day early in the morning
So when I wake up I praise the Lord
Roll up a blunt and fuck my bitch
Make that ass get up and
Whip it, turkey bacon, eggs and grit's
Gangsta Gibbs, uh, yeah
Make that ass get up and
Whip it, turkey bacon, eggs and grit's
Smoking dolo 'cause some cholos just
Got smoked over some bricks
Play with death just like the west, I
Might do life 'cause life's a bitch
Gangsta Gibbs
Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
Applying pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
Baby girl tweaking on that moon rock
Me? I just keep it simple, let the dome pop
You let the champagne splash
On the girl's head it ain't a party till
Some champagne glass break
Get in that stupid dough
Spittin' that future flow
Grand Puba bars, the infamous large
This is how I do it, get this money
Live large
My head is not a stairway for me, I fire arms
Thugged-out Hippy
Super dope with a rap sheet
From the ceiling to the floor
All kind of charge
Counts of robbery, assaults and battery
I'm just a fellow with a talent for spillin'
This Dog-Back-Alley shit over
These great beats
Police, my enemies, they all wanna goad me
Straight to the pound box, straight up
I will curl a nigga body up then
Peel off in a hot wheel
I thought I told you
These niggas never listen
I popped a Desert Eagle off
And make ya bitch pissing
Side of your car, I'm tryin' to relax
But you push me to the limit
I'mma take it to the max
Apply pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
Applying pressure from all angles
To go against it is dangerous
Maintain cause it ain't no thing to us
You niggas claiming that famous stuff
We just staying the same
Stacking papers till the angels come
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