Angel (Dirty Money Freestyle)

Uh, Zero Los It's like this how it's supposed to happen, you know? When it comes to the pursuit of more Why the fuck would I settle for less? I'm ready Got angels around me now, heheh Yeah, yeah, yo Ayo, I'm laughin' at the critics in the booth I just throw on the Raybans And pour a lil' liquor in my juice My flow ain't a critical dispute I push myself so hard - It could be considered physical abuse Life like a circus when it come to this fame I been walkin' the tightrope for years, jugglin' pain Had to struggle to gain You can see the thrill in my eyes I like to shake these niggas hand And feel the girl in they vibe I'm leavin' niggas by the curb on this ride There's something buried inside That felt different back when Gerald was alive Yeah, I'm on my grind, whatchu whinin' and mad for? I ain't throwin' shade, you can't shine in my shadow Compare my voice to the pathetic in you Pardon my rhetoric, but you better get etiquette school You embellish irrelevance you unintelligent fools And you lack the vernacular that deems you eligible Walked through hell and I'm cool Swim through the pool of forbidden water Hell fire, scorch I lived it amidst the torture Hardships distortion, unfortunate misfortune Ultimate grief for it's no ultimate resources These courses I ran made a man of me It's funny how I used to think pain made a family Love harder, but love only bring the pain All that shit confusin' as a bitch, and it seem the same Seen the game from angles you couldn't imagine It's pushin' your luck to say I'll never be pushin' a Phantom I'm from where it get heated in the trap If you get beaten in a scrap Then you reachin' for ya strap And it's funny how they greet you with a dap' How the hug you, tell you to stay up Before they bring you an attack If I ever feel defeated with this rap It's a wrap, I will literally chase Success down and beat it with a bat I'm a heathen when I zap There's a reason that I rap You will never see the day nor The evening that I slack No stressin', progression is no question And tribulation with no faith is no blessin' No guessin', and I'm so sincere That I'm so on yo ass if you don't concur Cuz rappers all fake like smoke n' murrs (mirrors) And I've been known to snap like spoken word Audiences, y'all ridiclous and hardly vicious Guard ya trenches, be conscientious, y'all all pretenders And I'm from where the choppas be Where niggas get bagged like a shoppin' spree Way nice, I'm on my Ray Rice, it ain't no stoppin' me And that's just what they do for fun And if you standin' next to him, that's a two for one Welcome to The Wire, where we hirin' a goon or two It'll look like we made flyers for ya funeral Who are you to judge me? Assuming you above me But you never been around for all my beautifuls and uglys Trust me, I ain't even on my third style I ain't even start reachin' in my word pile With no words I could make ya girl smile With four words I could make the world bow Y'all niggas thorough? How? Let's get this real clear I been thru everything - and I'm still here Some say I'm cocky - too conceited But they ain't see all the superficials I superseded No more fallin' - Forever standin' And this time when I take flight, I'm never landin' Wavin' at everything be-low Had a smoky past, but my futures so Deebo Watch what you record, and I ain't talkin' TiVo Meet me in the sky mothafucka, Zero