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Torchington - Angels Camped Around Me (Official Video)
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Christopher Smith
Christopher Smith
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Before we left the block we use to strap up heavy We ain't gotta make a call, cause we got it already We was some young niggas tryna keep that Guap coming steady We had to take off their plates to put food in our belly's I'm from the dirt, I'm talking wise chips and quarter waters It's kill or be killed that's what these mean streets taught us See them niggas living good take they life for granted When every gunshot that ring make my family panic My Mama blowing up my phone trying to make sure I'm straight But mama we the ones clapping like we back from a break This ain't no talk show nothing scripted none of this fake See it's a real-life blessing every morning you wake Moment of silence for the niggas I lost I'm still here tho I move milly, stay a hundred yards from them weirdos Move in silence, most of my moves you won't hear tho And keep the grass cut for them snakes homie we fear those Them backstabbers they'll smile in your face Dap you up like you cool not knowing you feel the hate I could feel the vibes, could see your type from a mile away Always talking bout the next man home that's kind of gay They envious it's obvious somethings you ain't gotta say If you ain't helping the bigger plan then get out the way Gotta call shooters my shooters be right next to me With zero hesitation he'll blow you out of your misery Only roll with niggas that'll for sure put that work it I'm with the same niggas that was there when I was hurting For all you fake niggas I don't fuck with your kind Play the side where all the real reside On some real shit No weapon formed against me shall prosper They could form but they won't shoot proper Got these niggas tryna do me like Mufasa But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around nigga I don't trust no further than I could throw you And I don't pay no man if I don't owe you We cross paths in traffic I'll show you But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around me nigga I been down and I been up before Them hunger pains when you down sound like a lion roar Try to sleep it off but them hunger pains you can't ignore You just tryna find change to hit the corner store Now shit change you order shrimp with our lobster No more top ramen my nigga we eating pasta We only order bubbly if it's rose now Take a look around, we got all the hoes now That's the shit they don't like, got every pic hurting they heart Don't let that jealousy and envy have you swimming with sharks I look cool but I'm not tho, I swing a punch and they gon follow If he dies, he dies nigga we on that Drago I came too far for you niggas to sidetrack me I'm here to touch paper and run it up like track meet Flip it like gymnastics watch the stash do a backflip Like Dominique Dawes with all this cash in these drawers I'm labeled a lick now that's why I move different Big grip on the hip that's why I walk different Still be in the hood with the gangsters and all the hustlers I'm usually offline and staying low from these suckers I Keep it trill, only real niggas among us As long as I'm felt, I don't care if I do numbers Cause on some real shit I'm just tryna feed my folks And motivate the hood to go and get that loaf No weapon formed against me shall prosper They could form but they won't shoot proper Got these niggas tryna do me like Mufasa But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around nigga I don't trust no further than I could throw you And I don't pay no man if I don't owe you We cross paths in traffic I'll show you But I ain't got no worries I got angels camped around me
Writer(s): Christopher Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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