ANGEL DUST - Tahj Keeton

I rode the MARTA to the Buckhead

Way in the back

I had my license but my nigga lost his life in the crash

I rode the MARTA to the West End

Hand on my bag, don’t trust nobody

And I-I don’t really know you like that

I rode the MARTA to the best friends

Wait at the track

I’m probably late but it’s okay because niggas know where we at

I rode the MARTA to the Buckhead

Luggage and bags, I throw my into the garbage cuz, I’m not coming back

Hoping it rain enough

Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)

You’re not afraid of us

No fear to get dangrous (Woah)

Hoping it rain enough

Back streets covered in angl dust (Oh)

You’re not afraid of us

No fear to get dangerous

Ask MARTA

Fuck niggas, we blackballed them

Dumb niggas, they act harder

Real life, they

Smoke come and they Barry Allen

12, they six

Wait 'til I’m Mr. Big TIme

Yes friends in more time

Off-grid and offline

Yeah that’s awful props

Need the biggest rocks

Hope you make it pop

Ruby grill to match

Couple stacks

Look like Dippin' Dots

Cherry red the whip

With no top

Name it Michael Scott

Butterfly the doors

Keep em up

How an angel walk

Hoping it rain enough

Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)

You’re not afraid of us

No fear you get dangerous (Woah)

I had a dream that I was fallin' and the person helping let go of my hand

Shit, I was worried in the morning but there’s two ways you can take and I

think I understand

Hoping it rain enough

Back streets covered in angel dust (Woah)

You’re not afraid of us

No fear to get dangerous (Woah)

Hoping it rain enough

Back streets covered in angel dust

You’re not afraid of us

No fear to get dangerous

Let that nigga go

Let that nigga talk

Let that nigga

Let that nigga loose

Let that nigga free

Let that nigga grow

Let that nigga know

Let that nigga ah

Let that nigga go

Let that nigga talk

Let that nigga-

Let that nigga-