No Angel

This the end of all that fake shit
I'm y'all replacement
Ain't no difference between you rappers
Y'all all make the same shit
Yeah my flow is phenomenal
Build the beat like bionicle
I'm the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible
Yeah, the whip is lemon scented and the windows is tinted
Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic
Little bitch go run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver's dead
I'll stop pretending, think I'm just gonna be myself instead
I do this shit for everyone who's showing me love
I'm either working on the music or I'm rolling it up
Man y'all be so played out, you trendy rappers gotsta go
If you looking for that fire, know you fucking with a pro
You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff
Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I had enough
You got me so fucked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit
'Cause I care way too much about my family and this rapping shit
No, you won't find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib
Rolling up and celebrating all of my accomplishments
This right here on some honest shit
I'm only rapping from my heart
If I was worried about the hits
I'd make some pop shit for the charts
In my bedroom zoning out
Know my drip got end the drought
All the kids who rocking with me, ya'll know what we talking 'bout
Yo this the end of all that fake shit, I'm yall replacement
Ain't no difference between you rappers
Y'all all make the same shit, bitch

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
I hope you know I'm no angel
If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright
I hope you know I'm no angel

It's the reaper creeping slow, I know you see me when you dreaming
Been a minute, I was in it, I came back, but now it's seeming
Beneath the scene they preaching to the teens to pop them beans, so
It seems to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them c-notes
At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth
And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse
Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial
And my head is my rival, but see, the pen is my rifle
These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame
But I got kids who tell me that they held a gun to they brain
Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song
And that's something more important than what station I'm on
Y'all aiming straight for the charts, I'm aiming straight for the chest
I only speak from the heart, you only riding the trends
You fucking goof, so try and say I'm lacking the juice
I'll bodybag a rapper, tag 'em, and send them back to the booth

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
I hope you know I'm no angel
If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright
I hope you know I'm no angel

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
I hope you know I'm no angel
If I die alone on my bedroom floor then that's alright
I hope you know I'm no angel