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lirik lagu angels in the traphouse (intro) – tao jewels

[tao jewels]
all i know is fast money, slow drink, back to the brisket
i seen sluggers hit streets and bodies on concrete slippin’
my cargo pants pocket holdin’ two double zipped chickens
am i trippin? or did the hoods just get bricked in
i’m high as f*ck, smokin’ indigo hope i forget
i know how this go, you show a fifth then up the stick
i know how they roll, hope to lord my soul don’t flip
to the other side, its genocide when we hit the pitts
its same clothes, three days a week
my money weak, i count it then recount every time i steal
the time differencе is starting to hit the clock speaks
therе’s no going back, family on dope they hearts bleed
i’ve seen my baby sister look back at me and relaspe
what i rap, isn’t fraud or filler these words fact
i’ve been on monrow, murda ave. central stacks
where the k!llers dwell 10*42 on the radio tapped
f*ck the war in iraq, there’s a war outback
where all my homies pop, and them enemies crack
sh*t, the system tried to give me three years for a strap
but if i get caught lackin’ they won’t bring my ass back
my old homie gettin’ life, and og’s gettin’ clapped
so ‘get rich or die trying’ curtis said that
streets gunnin’ for my head but theres words in the back
in other words, trust my words or for sure’ its a wrap
and as long as there’s crack then im trapped in this trap
my mind hollaring “homie trap, homie * trap.”
so summer 21, i wake up * no breakfast, no snack, no shower
grabbed my rose gold and the packs
grabbed my jacket and the rachet
tell my mama i’ll be back
if i don’t i left the money under the mat
i used to share the same bed with my cousin
it was water or the lights we kept the room hot with the oven
strugglin’ house full of kids on holidays grandma’s rushin’
collard greens, macaroni cheese and leftover stuffin’
mom’s was about my age she was rippin’ and runnin’
and dad wasn’t mature he was f*ckin’ and hustlin’
first time i seen him i was six in the cuffins’
everything we ever got i was grateful
accustomed to nothing, no plates full of supper
it was basketball in the kitchen * trashcan was the bucket
my auntie was blind but she seen so much
given no hugs or kisses so i knew they would mean so much
and life was so hard since nine cause i’ve seen so much
i look around in the streets and feel my skin bleed so much
askin’ god for these angels, put a wing on us

- tao jewels

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