Angels Remix

[Verse 1: Los] Ayo I'm laughing at the critics in the booth I just throw on the ray bans And pour a lil liquor in my juice My flow ain't a critical dispute I pushed myself so hard it could be considered physical abuse Life like a circus when it come to this fame I've been walking a tight rope for years juggling pain Had to struggle to gain You can see the thorough in my eyes I like to shake these nigga's hand and feel the girl in they vibe I'm leavin' nigga's by the curb where his ride It's something buried inside That felt different back when Jerl was alive Yeah, I'm on my grind what you whinin' and mad foe I ain't throwin' shade you can't shine in my shadow Compare my poise 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 Walk through hell and I'm cool Swim through the pool of forbidden water Hell-fire scorch I lived in the midst of torture Hardships distortion unfortunate misfortunes Alternate grief for us no alternate 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 confusing is a bitch and it seem the same Seen the game from angles you couldn't imagine It's pushing your luck to say I'll never be pushing a phantom Hurt from where it get Hated in the trap If you get beaten in a scrap then you reaching for your strap It's funny how they greet you with a dap, how they hug you Tell you to stay up before they bring you and 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 ? It'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 your ass if you don't concur Cause rappers all fake like smoke and mirrors And I've been known to snap like spoken word Audiences, yall ridiculous and hardly vicious Guard your trenches be consciousnesses yall all pretenders And I'm from where the choppers be Where nigga's get bagged like a shopping 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 em' that's a two for one Welcome to the wire where we hirin' a goon or two It'll look like we made fliers for your funeral Who are you to judge me? Assuming you above me but you never been around for all my beautiful's and uglie's 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 your girl smile With four words I could the world bow Yall nigga's thorough how Let's get this real clear I've been through everything And I'm still here Some say I'm cocky, too conceited But they ain't see all the superficial's I superseded No more fallin' Forever standin' This time when I take flight I'm never landing Waving at everything below Had a smokey past but my future so Debow Watch what you record and I ain't talkin TiVo Meet me in the sky motherfucker, Zero