Top Songs By Angernoizer
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Angernoizer
Performer
Caine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. van Ravenstein
Songwriter
G. Bowles
Songwriter
Lyrics
I been on my grind tryna make a couple stacks
I know alot of **** hating, that's a fucking fact
But they will never see me fall, nah, I can't collapse
A **** try to rob me, bullets hit his back
I leave a **** on the ground, I don't even care
I got bitches everywhere, money everywhere
Just tryna make it out the hood and go anywhere
I gotta wake up from this sleep, I'm having nightmares
I’m sliding up under my pillow so that I can fall sleep
Every time my eyelids meet my levator, I’m seeing beasts
When I’m Superman on street, my kryptonite is in my dreams
With Lois nowhere near my lane, to keep my mental at its peace
Detriment, is at its peak, stomach churned and I can’t breathe
Tongue is heavy like my head, my brain keep rolling when I blink
Damn, my body is fatigued, it’s 2 o’clock and I’m not sleep
I don’t even feel like popping nothing, I just needa leave
Black out in the day, I wake up mounted on the flo’
Just in my robe, my focus slow, and temper poked
I got bags under my eyes like my head left my neck and splurged up at the sto’
Tried to make me an appointment I can’t squirm to reach the phone
Damn, I’m stuck here all alone, I keep twitchin’, tryna roll up from my crashing point, lightheaded, with no clue what’s going on
I get up, my body froze, crash, I’m back up on the flo’, wished I listened, instead of bitchin’, and had stayed up on my road
I been on my grind tryna make a couple stacks
I know alot of **** hating, that's a fucking fact
But they will never see me fall, nah, I can't collapse
A **** try to rob me, bullets hit his back
I leave a **** on the ground, I don't even care
I got bitches everywhere, money everywhere
Just tryna make it out the hood and go anywhere
I gotta wake up from this sleep, I'm having nightmares
When they money come, I wanna drive a new Porsche
Or a Lamborghini, suicide, two doors
****, I'm a young savage, I'm from New York
Bullets fuckin' up your lungs like a Newport
**** steady hating like they get a check for it
Like when you hating they put diamonds on your neck for it
Like they gon' buy you a new yacht, diamond deck for it
Like they gon' buy you some new Jordan's and a tec for it
Hell nah, shit is crazy, it's a waste of time, you gettin' mad, I'm gettin' rich, you losin' hella dimes
My ****, soon, we on the top, we on our fuckin' grind
Tryna get this legal money, fuck the fuckin' crime
I'm up all night, I ain't got no bedtime
Shawty say she wanna fuck me like, all the time
Got this power in my hood, feel like Jesus Christ
But I need to be alone, need a piece of mind
I been on my grind tryna make a couple stacks
I know alot of **** hating, that's a fucking fact
But they will never see me fall, nah, I can't collapse
A **** try to rob me, bullets hit his back
I leave a **** on the ground, I don't even care
I got bitches everywhere, money everywhere
Just tryna make it out the hood and go anywhere
I gotta wake up from this sleep, I'm having nightmares
Written by: G. Bowles, M. van Ravenstein