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Gabriel, the Angel

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7 am, I woke up early as hell
And I mean early as hell
I know a lot of mother fuckers
Either dead or in jail
Uh-huh, yah
That's either dead or in jail
And I can't get caught lacking
Got to be cautious for real
I know this house is made of cards
So I'm playing the field
Or I'm playing to keep
Look like the catch of the week
I cast my net out in the shallow
Had to switch to the deep
This IG model she hit follow
She said she's dying to meet
While I'm just dying to live
And they're all dying to speak
And be heard
But I can't give my fucking ear to the weak
(Oh no)
No, I can't listen to your shit on repeat
(Oh no)
No, I can't play back
This ain't saving
This feels more like spending
What would you say if I told you that I
Could show you heaven
These stranger things
I'm airing out like my name was Eleven
I'm here forever
(Think forever)
Because forever has changed
This holy water I'm submerging
This is not for taste
These UV's not for goofies
These for those that been amazing
(Oh oh)
I took my oath
To show that we've been silently
(Silently)
Silently slaving
Silently slaving
Silently slaving
Silently slaving
Eleven on the dot we pull up right to the spot
(Oh no)
We pull up right to the spot
And I've got heaven on my mind
While I'm still racing these cops
(I'm gone oh)
And I'm still racing these cops
This snotty love in my slime
That shit is all that I've got
These drugs been fucking with your mind
They make you all that you're not
I'm like a twin to the stars
While I got kids with the moon
I'm like a road to a car
I'm like a flower when it blooms
Kind of like a kid with some candy lately
The cocaine's been planted baby
And the government set us up
All for failure
This shit is crazy
(Oh no)
I can't go down
Not for snow no
My dad was a crack addict
But by God, I can't control him
Only control myself
My fate
My destiny
My future
And my wealth
I'm flushing out all of these cards
That the fed's had dealt
Learn to love them less and less
Ain't no pity round here
Pussy boy
We've been fucking blessed
By 3pm, my per diem's looking hefty as hell
Been looking hefty as hell
(Looking hefty and swole)
I pray to God that I don't wind up either
Dead or in jail
(Oh no)
Its either dead or in jail
Two routes to choose from
My route is chosen
No room for losses
You are golden
God-like
My life is a movie
All these actors faking
F*ck their movements
By 4 pm we see the pearly gates
Been open forever
And forever
They're staying open hoping
You could do better
And by better
Not staying true to you
It worse than ever
Pull the lever
Wash all the hate with
Fucking bleach
And four letters
That's love
That's love for sure
That's love for sure
That's love

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