Charlie Brown HP - Hell's Angel

Fucking around with them hoodrats
Whippin up that good crack
All the time I gotta watch my back
So I'm carrying at least one of my two straps
Medicated elevated can't fuck with me kuz I'm always faded
I know that you're missing my voice and that's the only reason that you fucking hate it
I'm like an angel that came up from hell
Stuck in the hood but I'm trying to do well
Feeling the rush like I snorted a rail
Where is the devil my soul is for sale
I am an asshole that's not for debate
Living my life and I'm living it great
Asking God for answers But the Devil still be calling my name
I woke up this morning, with a different name
So I ran to the mirror, and saw the same old face
This is impossible no one can take my place
Dreaming dead presidents, so I continue the chase
Chasing goals on a daily basis
Extravagant never fucking basic
Now everybody wanna hate
Kuz I'm coming up and it ain't shit
Haters everywhere I go
Some of the fakest friends you'd ever know
Catch em in a web of lies
But these bitches keep playing the role
Demons take over don't know what to do
Losing my mind so I'm coming for you
I see God but don't know if it's true
I see the light but it shine royal blue
Gotta collection of human bones
Just killed the king and I'm taking the throne
Incoming calls on my cellular phone
I don't like people so I ride alone
Everywhere I go it's mandatory gotta roll the trees
Yelling out fuck you to my haters and my enemies
Now you come around but you know you ain't a friend of me
Asking me for money trying to drain me out of energy
Fucking around with them hoodrats
Whippin up that good crack
All the time I gotta watch my back
So I'm carrying at least one of my two straps
Medicated elevated can't fuck with me kuz I'm always faded
I know that you're missing my voice and that's the only reason that you fucking hate it
I'm like an angel that came up from hell
Stuck in the hood but I'm trying to do well
Feeling the rush like I snorted a rail
Where is the devil my soul is for sale
I am an asshole that's not for debate
Living my life and I'm living it great
Asking God for answers But the Devil still be calling my name
I fucked up once
And I did it again
So now I roll solo
What the fuck is a friend
51 50 I'm going insane
These thoughts of murder
They torture my brain
Fuck that I load straps
If they wanna shoot first I bust back
But in reality I can't escape this insanity
Constantly use profanity losing all hope in humanity
I was raised up by the streets
So why the fuck are you mad at me
Smoking on weed making some cash
Watching this bitch while she's shaking her ass
Pouring more drink in my champagne glass
Look like a model but ain't got no class
That's how it goes growing up in the hood
All of these females be up to no good
Strung out on drugs be thinking I want em
But bitch I'm a thug and you ratchet as fuck
Pistol whippin always trippin everybody know
When they see me down the street they be running locking doors
All of a sudden become athletes running up 17 floors
Kuz you wanted my attention go ahead the mic is yours
Fucking around with them hoodrats
Whippin up that good crack
All the time I gotta watch my back
So I'm carrying at least one of my two straps
Medicated elevated can't fuck with me kuz I'm always faded
I know that you're missing my voice and that's the only reason that you fucking hate it
I'm like an angel that came up from hell
Stuck in the hood but I'm trying to do well
Feeling the rush like I snorted a rail
Where is the devil my soul is for sale
I am an asshole that's not for debate
Living my life and I'm living it great
Asking God for answers But the Devil still be calling my name

Written by:
CARLOS GARCIA, CARLOS GARCIA JR

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