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My Demon My Angel Lyrics


Shootergang Kony My Demon My Angel




[Intro]
Slight work
I like it

[Verse 1]
I hit the streets tryna find the definition of love
Its just blood ain't the picture that I thought that it was
Im no scrub, alcohol my mom favorite drug
And its soccer when I try to give her hugs
We dont get along, me and daddy ever hugged
I don't even know blood shit I'll probably throw 'em slugs
From the murdermisville fell victim to the thugs
But I never thought I'd turn into them youngin's big bruh
I knew I was a P when I got her out her Uggs
I knew I had a fee when she threw me 10 dubs
Pimpin' was a phase throwin' back into my dope boy days
Im on a bike bustin' knocks f..ck a stage
I never thought that this rap shit would have a nigga paid
She wanna suck my nuts watch me leave a fair glaze
But its sad to say that I'd throw it all away
If a nigga in my face I'll shoot 'em everyday, aye

[Chorus]
I just need someone to talk to that nigga
In my head is just a demon I brought through
I got you
He tryna tell me but he in my head
I be reaching out God but he playing dead
But can you be my angel
I dont know who to give thanks to
Feel like lifes playin' wonder who I relate to
Lord, I thank you my demon my angel

[Verse 2]
Gimme the crown
I can show you how its going down
Im from a place where we used to the choppa sound
Knock you down that be somebody soul
A nigga gotta die just to be somebody
I seen my brother die he was practically dead
Hospital bed ain't tear that shed
I couldn't understand the pain that was flowin'
Truthfully the suckas the only ones I be abusin'
(Mawp)
I dont know why I can cry
At the funeral the water had come to my eyes
I was tryna look and flee bitch you makin' me cry
Look at Deray eyes and what hurts it wasn't from the sucka side
Keep it so a hunnid I ain't even wanna slide
It wouldn't bring 'em back niggas still gotta die
Niggas claimin' bodies they ain't never even try
You don't wanna see 'em cry
You attempt a homicide
Aye

[Chorus]
I just need someone to talk to that nigga
In my head is just a demon I brought through
I got you
He tryna tell me but he in my head
I be reaching out God but he playing dead
But can you be my angel
I dont know who to give thanks to
Feel like lifes playin' wonder who I relate to
Lord, I thank you my demon my angel



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