Angels and Demons - Stitches

I know a lot of motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me

But I’ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me

I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I’m really 'bout it (For real)

I came up out my momma’s pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo)

People talkin', people blowin' hate

All they talkin' is my failure, that’s what they anticipate

And it ain’t my birthday, but I always got that cake

If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state

I kill a motherfuck and I won’t think twice

I’m the type o' motherfucker, that’ll take the pussy’s life (For real)

Ride a chopper in my trunk, and I ain’t scared to use it (Pussy)

The way I pull that trigger, you could say that I abuse it

They wanna see me dead, fill my body up with lead

I use to get pounds of weed from my dawg in Homestead

And that bull was Mexicano (Yeah), he was like the Soprano (José)

You’re just a fuckin' duck, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Donald (Quack, quack)

I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons

I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy

I know a lot o' motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me

But I’ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me

I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I’m really 'bout it (For real)

I came up out my momma’s pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo)

People talkin', people blowin' hate

All they talkin' is my failure, that’s what they anticipate

And it ain’t my birthday, but I always got that cake

If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state, ay

Welcome to the mind of a maniac, where the fuckin' choppers at?

I’m about to kill a pussy-wreck, put a hole in his snap-back

Snap his neck like a Kit Kat, uh

You the type to do credit card fraud (You's a bitch)

And I’m the type to sell drugs and feed my dogs

I’m payin' momma’s bills, I’m screamin' fuck-a-deal (Uh huh)

And I don’t get lost in the fame because I know this shit ain’t real

It’s a cold world, this shit is fucked up

Keep on playin' round with me, you gon' get shot up

I ain’t never scared (Never), I ain’t never scared (Never)

If they knew about my life I’d probably get the electric chair

I know a lot o' motherfuckers plottin', tryna get me

But I’ma pull out that chopper and make them boys respect me

I keep on rappin' 'bout this life because I’m really 'bout it (For real)

I came up out my momma’s pussy sellin' narcotics (Woo)

People talkin', people blowin' hate

All they talkin' is my failure, that’s what they anticipate

And it ain’t my birthday, but I always got that cake

If you talk 'bout sellin' drugs, I got my drugs in every state

I see Angels and Demons, I see Angels and Demons

I see Angels and Demons, I feel crazy