Dark Angel - Trae Tha Truth, Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates:

Where we go from here if I leave the block

A little money fine but i need alot

Take a preachers route but dont lie to people

I ain’t never seen anything in the sky

Clean in the ride what i mean and im fly

With a bitch super mean bumper leaned to the side

I was thinkin about any means i could try

I believe in a high

Being logical gave me a reason to doubt

Scheme for the things i was dreamin

In a magazine article readin about

Face card, i ain’t got to pay for drugs

It come free with the artificial love

Could i just do me?

Let me be me

I ain’t arguing for much

Im with this bitch and i feel free

She dont demand of me for much

My sex drive been at an all time low

Can bearly get it up

Tryna keep a, nother motherfucker happy

Swear im givin up

Drug usuage is increasing since the last time

Before long and ill be back just like the last time

Racks on me, stacks on me

Travel hard, one nation under god

In the car alone prayin to the stars

Egine roaring, vroom vroom

Making jobs for noise

Praise be to the lord, come this far and all

Cocain foreign car, look who takin off

Throwin money at my niggas younger sister

Really wishin he was wish us, but

Look who takin off

Preparin for you to keep, lord im fixin to leave

So i guess im takin off

Good heart and if you think wrong how could you be right

Four niggas fuckin the same bitch

She pop up pregnant this can’t be life

Get rid of the bitch before i get rid of you bitchh

Sick you bitch, no hands on ya

Rubber bands on ya, i ain’t talkin like a stripper

Pay the due to send razor bullets, spray the k and make it flip ya

Only reason i ain’t kill ya mother, is straight up her daughter

And she cheats every day on your daddy, and try to give orders

Then they try to extort a gangster

Im some one important

Dont step in my office

I ain’t bout no talkin

Be sippin my coffee

While bullets be sparkin

Without any caution

I watch him i cross him

Who be as awsome

Catch up if i lost you

Or else ill take off

My grandpa a gangsta

He died and went off

Dont interupt me while i am recording

Shit so depressing i wish i could pause it

Misunderstanding put that in the coffin

Make to the margin reup and get off it

Labled an orfin, made on my own

I got the honky i am retarded

No ones to name for, don’t know to call it

Trae:

Yeah

Its like sometimes when i sit by myself

I honestly can say everybody can’t relate

Thats why i talk to my angel

Im in the dark looking for a peace of mind

I need guidence father can’t see the signs

Like nothing real the word redefined

Knowing the game is different streets redesigned

Still thuggin but dont wanna catch a piece of time

Knowing that love might get you when its lookin for shine

So many young niggas lost they vision is blind

Now im sick as fuck got pain beatin me down

Swear a nigga sick of losing where the fuck is the wind at

I gotta fight harder where the fuck is my wind at

Lookin at the road, damn where the fuck is the end at

All i know is be the truth swear nobody will bend that

All i know is loyalty i dont know how to pretend that

You did a nigga dirty how the fuck ima amend that

You said you was alone so i stepped to the plate

When shit got hard for me ain’t no help get sent back

Bet

Everything that go up come down

Word to everyone one of my niggas that was gunned down

At night i talk to god, ain’t get back one sound

Its hard to see light comin out when the sun down

Runnin, i dont even know where im headed

I did it all for the streets all i got was the credit

If i can go back ill tell my nigga to edit

Until im runnin out of time get the clock then set it

Sluts lust hopin they might trap shit

All cause i rap, now i hate this rap shit

Laws comin ain’t no time to react shit

Judge wanna convict me i ain’t even much clap shit

Born sinner cause i was lookin for dinner

Tryin to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier

Lord knows i need em kind hard to function

Gettin sick of the devil that bitch ridin my shoulder

Fresh out my luck somethin short of a clover

Stress recylce shit over and over

Fuck the world these days shit colder

Friends fake but all i want is to get older

Feelin the pressure like everyone watching

The bell keep on ringing like somethin that boxin

My son havin seaizures no doctor can stop em

Hold on to him with all i got i can’t drop him

My spirit been broke i pray somebody swap him

My heart feelin like if somebody shot him

My brother keep callin i tell him i got him

And since nothin promised im goin without em

My aunty just died i can’t cry i just kissed her

Short of my visit they told me i missed her

Look up to god hope’n heaven can list her

Somewhere in his kingdom with both of my sisters

So in my zone nigga fuck if im trippin

My testimony somethin niggas should listen

Been 32 years but im still on that mission

The struggle got a nigga hooked like im fishing…