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Lil B

Angels Prayer

 

Angels Prayer

(álbum: Illusions Of Grandeur - 2010)


It's your boy Lil B
Realest nigga doing it, you feel me
I'm a tell it like this:
When I get I tracks I choose...
And it's very rare, if I get on your song you're lucky!

Nigga keep the lean right up under the speakers
Certified street nigga, bruh, you couldn't believe it
Quit fucking with me, you know I got the AK
Wait a second bitch, you know I got the 50
In New York I had a talk with 50
Real street nigga made a freak 360
Forever be a thug and I'll forever be 6th street
Forever be 7th, you niggas got me fucked up
Because I'm positive you niggas think that I'm a sucker
Til I pull that 9 out and have you sleeping in the river
My old G said "B you better dump the bitch!
How you got a girlfriend and you don't even love yourself?"
Now I understand: wisdom over knowledge
Bossed up nigga and I ain't even went to college
And I ain't dissin niggas mad at my opinion
Wishing I'm a fall, people hating from a distance
But they don't really know I got the forward simulation
Pull 211, make your whores stripping
Nigga look back, I never Scott Pippen
Michael Jordan king of the forest
And after this, Scottie Pippen rich
Don't compare me to them other little kids
I got more hustle than a girl selling houses
Dope up in the roof, nigga skiing over mountains
Dope up in my nose and I'm looking like a skeleton
Depressed in the hood, it's worse than it's ever been
Dear Lord, please protect me from the Devil
It's these motherfuckas acting like we friends but they hating me
Thank God I stay free: angel's prayer

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