Fallen Angels

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Cameron Boatwright

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I stand on the corner of the block slinging amethyst rocks
Drinking 40's of mother Earth's private nectar stocks dodging cops
Cause 5-0 be the 666 and I need a fix of that purple rain
The type of shit that drives membranes insane
Oh yea I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
That free my body and soul and send me like Shazam
Never question who I am
God knows
And I know God personally
In fact he lets me call him me

Although I never cracked up under pressure
From rocking shows
To teaching hoes
How to hide condoms in their dressers
But all this fucking shit is getting to my head though
How you gonna change the world if you keep popping meds bro
I don't need no publicist edition
Or some bitch to say I'm tripping
That's what gets me out the bed so
Maybe if I popped a couple pills I could be dead yo
Lately I been feeling locked up like them rats in Petco
Most of you ain't speaking the truth like as if you knew it
And of paramount importance this money is not influence
So the moment I stop rapping they wonder just what I'm doing
Ain't the king but I'm patiently waiting to fucking prove it
So I bleed sleep breathe everything that I see
And if I said it then I mean it shits just easy as G
Ch check my chain money hungry but I'm farther from greed
When most these rappers overdosing at they crib on codeine
So as I walk down this hollow I'm feeling the man that follows
Never thought I'd see my homies get higher than Colorado
See the proof is in the booth if I suck then you fucking swallow
And the money in my wallet is spending quicker than Lotto
Desperado with the way that I spin the bottle mulatto
Maybe I'm the one that needs to be locked up in asylum
Besides they wonder why I'm fading far away from religion
Most of these churches treat they followers like slaves in a kitchen
When plenty others been mistreated by their fair share of Christians
The same ones telling me that I can't make this music explicit
F*ck with my clique you get that heater to ya head I ain't missing
It's 21 now corona in the back of my vision
You turning water to wine but I'm turning goals into missions
See I hunt with the wolves but think you'd be better off fishing
I can't relate to you people raising fists for division
That triple 6 was in my system now I'm special edition
Look at me now made it out without a day selling pounds
And all my haters tried to say that I was too underground
But they can deal with that Nothing is the same so I'm just chilling back
Killing raps
No bitches on my dick cause I'm the illest cat
Spilling tracks
Right of the dome then go back home and feel the wrath
730 riding dirty shoot my shot she feeling bad
Never nerdy yea she curvy I might go to hell and back
Unconcerning why you worry talk about the skill you lack
Now we getting paid so shout out to GA
I put it down and record this shit in the state I was raised
Cause in a sense I'm innocent but I still carry a K
I practice patience cause the death of this nation could be today
But anyways this my message to the rest of the gang
That 52 was oh so true but I can't kill for the fame
My family think I'm crazy well shit they're probably right
With all this stress I'm under I wonder why I don't sniff white
They said you couldn't be the king so I'll just stick to a knight
And if I want it then I get it there ain't shit I can't buy
Rap for the ones who never had a voice throughout their whole lives
I'm here to represent the underdogs unconquered for life
I'd say it twice but there's no need to repeat what's inside
I played it wise now these red dots aiming straight for my eyes
Been more precise with the rhythm but I still can't get by
Promethazine cure depression so I'ma mix it with sprite
And to everyone Poppin molly y'all can die off hype
Go see if I give f*ck if you wanna take ya own life
Don't speak about it be about it till they gun for my ride
So you know I'll be waiting Satan gonna run for the skies why

In my 18 years of living I've learned one thing and one thing only
Never stop chasing your dreams
Cause the moment you let something get in your way 
Is the moment your dreams become history
And when you lose hope in your dreams, what do you have left, nothing
So whether you work a 9-5, grind all night
Or sell white we all share one thing in common
We're all Fallen Angels
Some of us just never had wings
Like you and me

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