No Angel (feat. nothing,nowhere.)

It's the end of all that fake shit, I'm your replacement Ain't no difference between you rappers Y'all all make the same shit Yeah, my flow is phenomenal Build the beat like bionicle I'm the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible Yeah, the whip is limited, slinted and the windows is tinted Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic Little bitch gon' run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver's dead I'll stop pretending, think I'm just gon' be myself instead I do this shit for everyone who's showin' me love I'm either workin' on the music or I'm rollin' it up Me, I'll be so played out, you trainee rappers gotsta go If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a GOAT You see me spark that cigarillo Then I take a puff (take a puff, yeah) Some days I want to call it quits Feel like I had enough (yeah, yeah, yeah) You got me so fucked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit 'Cause I can't wait too much, all my family in this rappin' shit No, you won't find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib Rollin' up and celebratin' all of my accomplishments It's right here on some midas shit I'm only rappin' from my heart If I was worried about the hits I'd make some pop shit for the charts In my bedroom zoning out My chick go on the drought All the kids who rockin' with me, ya'll know what we talkin' 'bout Yo it's the end of all that fake shit, I'm your replacement Ain't no difference between you rappers Y'all all make the same shit, bitch I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right I hope you know I'm no angel It's the reaper creepin' slow I know you see me when you dreamin' Been a minute I was in it, I came back, but now I'm screamin' Beneath the scene they preachin' to the teens to pop that bean, so It seemed to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them C-notes At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial And my head is my rival But see, the pen is my rifle These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame But I got kids who tell me that they have a gun to they brain Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song And that's something more important than what station I'm on Y'all aiming straight for the charts I'm aiming straight for the chest I only speak from the heart You only vibin' the trends You fuckin' goof So try and say I'm lackin' the juice A body bag, I'll wrap and tag 'em, send them back to the booth I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right I hope you know I'm no angel I cry myself to sleep like almost every night I hope you know I'm no angel If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right I hope you know I'm no angel