Till the Angels Come-Freddie Gibbs/The Prodigy/Prodigy

I let you *s have your 15 but I’m runnin’ next Abducted when I’m questioning something f**k only nothing less Use to hustle suckers for packs of gushers and tons of sex And I puff some pounds every month, I don’t be f**kin’ stressin’ No need to up the flexin’, got it till it’s nothing left Showing no contest, just laughing of who I’m up against Bunch of frail f**ks, b**ches with their tails tuck Hope you ain’t pick any believin’ that things will tell us Hope you ain’t thinkin’ ‘bout some beefin’ cuz that’s the air bra Wolf Gang counter with that pack like an armored truck *s could not stop me, Dom drops kamikaze Out loud the chop to the top notch, you got it buddy Snoop to the Maserati, well not even knives is lobby Ni**a watch me droppin’ that concert sh*t that you got it comin’ Show me that sh*t you be on, already got it probly Ni**a hella copy on my hustle, don’t you f**kin’ lie to me Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come Ain’t no loving cuz a thug with multiple drug addicts Rippin’ ni**a automobiles with this automatic Record label drop me, I drop the package to my knees Flip on some catches, chop some ounces, now I’m even bigger Stay by the whipper, that gangsta ni**a – gangsta sh*t Under surveillance, got federal agents at the get They crackin’ say I’m movin’ things on airplanes So spare me with the stress, I shot my load to some spare change Them G packs, back in the streets – jack Back in the spot that keep the smokin’ off their knee caps Turning with these into regulars could get free shots I got them duffels, bigger choppers than the police got And them *s know it, bigger sh*t I’m flowin’ I know they gon get me one day in the morning So when I wake up I praise the Lord, roll up a blunt and f**k my b**ch Make that a** get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Nasty Gibbs Make that a** get up and whip it, a turkey, bacon and some criss Smokin’ dodo cu some jungle just got smoked over some priests Play with y’all just like the west, I’m up for life cuz life’s a b**ch Nasty Gibbs Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come Baby girl tweekin’ on that moon rock May I just keep it simple like it gon 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 poobah 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 Thug out hittin’ super d**e with the rap sh*t From the saddle 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 at me, sh*t over these great beats Police, Miami means the all when they got me straight to the pound box Straight up, out well Curl a ni**a body up then peel off in a hot wheel I thought I told you, these *s never listen I popped a Desert eagle off a naked b**ch pissin’ Side of your car, I’m tryin’ to relax But you push me to the limit, I’mma take you to the max Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come Try impressions from our angles to go against of these dangers To maintain it ain’t no thing to us You *s claimin’ that famous stuff We just stayin’ the same, stackin’ papers till the angels come