Dark Angel (Explicit) - Trae Tha Truth/Kevin Gates

Where we go from here if I leave the block

A little money fine but I need allot

Take a preachers route but don't lie to people

I ain't never seen anything in the sky

Clean in the ride what I mean and aim fly

With a b**ch super mean bumper leaned to the side

I was thinking 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 dreaming

In a magazine article Reading 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

I'm with this b**ch and I feel free

She don't demand of me for much

My sex drive been at an all time low

Can barely get it up

Trina keep a another motherf**ker happy

Swear I'm giving up

Drug usage 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 praying to the stars

Engine roaring vroom vroom

Making jobs for noise

Praise be to the lord come this far and all

Coca in foreign car look who taking off

Throwing money at my niggards younger sister

Really wishing he was wish us but

Look who taking off

Preparing for you to keep lord aim fixing to leave

So I guess I'm taking off

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

Four niggards f**kin' the same b**ch

She pop up pregnant this can't be life

Get rid of the b**ch before I get rid of you b**chy

Sick you b**ch no hands on ya

Rubber bands on ya I ain't talking 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

I'm some one important

Don't step in my office

I ain't bout no talking

Be sipping my coffee

While bullets be sparking

Without any caution

I watch him I cross him

Who be as aw some

Catch up if I lost you

Or else ill take off

My grandpa a gangsta

He died and went off

Don't int erupt me while I am recording

Sh*t so depressing I wish I could pause it

Misunderstanding put that in the coffin

Make to the margin re up and get off it

La bled an or fin made on my own

I got the honky I am retarded

No ones to name for don't know to call it

Yeah

It's like sometimes when I sit by myself

I honestly can say everybody can't relate

That's why I talk to my angel

I'm in the dark looking for a peace of mind

I need guidance father can't see the signs

Like nothing real the word redefined

Knowing the game is different streets redesigned

Still thug gin but don't wanna catch a piece of time

Knowing that love might get you when its looking for shine

So many young niggards lost they vision is blind

Now aim sick as f**k got pain beating me down

Swear a niggle sick of losing where the f**k is the wind at

I gotta fight harder where the f**k is my wind at

looking at the road d**n where the f**k is the end at

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

All I know is loyalty I don't know how to pretend that

You did a niggle dirty how the f**k Lima amend that

You said you was alone so I stepped to the plate

When sh*t got hard for me ain't no help get sent back

Bet

Everything that go up come down

Word to everyone one of my niggards that was gunned down

At night I talk to god ain't get back one sound

Its hard to see light coming out when the sun down

Running I don't even know where aim headed

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

If I can go back ill tell my niggle to edit

Until aim Running out of time get the clock then set it

Sluts lust hoping they might trap sh*t

All cause I rap now I hate this rap sh*t

Laws coming ain't no time to react sh*t

Judge wanna convict me I ain't even much clap sh*t

Born sinner cause I was looking for dinner

Trying to feed my kids tell em daddy a soldier

Lord knows I need em kind hard to function

Getting sick of the devil that b**ch ridding my shoulder

Fresh out my luck something short of a clover

Stress recycle sh*t over and over

F**k the world these days sh*t colder

Friends fake but all I want is to get older

Feeling the pressure like everyone watching

The bell keep on ringing like something that boxing

My son having seizures 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 feeling like if somebody shot him

My brother keep calling I tell him I got him

And since nothing promised aim going without em

My aunt 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 niggle f**k if I'm tripping

My testimony something niggards should listen

Been 32 years but aim still on that mission

The struggle got a niggle hooked like I'm fishing