Flying With Angels

There's no lie, man I'm so high

Gotta live life, cus the day you die

No flashing lights, this life has a price

And I'm feelin, I'm feelin

And man who can say one say I

Won't run the streets, I wouldn't get high

Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man

Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man

If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker

We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater

Killers out there'll have to live with it later

Shoot him in the head and deal with it later

Man he's made up, fit to them

Guess I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them

Hatin ass nigga don't mention them

But please don't mention what we did to them

Nigga you know how we do and we do all

Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more tall

And like your life on the line whenever we talk

If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss

I'mma do a kick play in a major way

Nigga that's real

Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid today

Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major paid

If I die today then I die smiling

Nigga, no lie

Because I live every day of my life like a night life

K so we good about it

I can feel on the tip of my fingers

There's no lie, man I'm so high

I feel like I've been sleepin with angels

Gotta live life, cus the day you die

Every day the true become famous

No flashing lights, this life has a price

And I can feel on the tip of my fingers

And I feel it, I feel it

Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it

Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savin

Bet my mama still on that same block

Ridin round in that same car

Getting harassed by the same cops

Feeling like I'm bout the rain drops

I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in

And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friends

Boy a nigga say anything

Niggas say a nigga changed

Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the same

Come on feel my pain, going through so much

And while it's “fuck the fame”, shit, where's the love?

I can't leave these streets – I can't lose my plug

If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs.

Havin hopes, cashin dubs

Same will say, match it up

Cus shit, I'm through to go back to that shit

And while I'm getting tied to my niggas' riches

Money make it for better bitch

I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly

I can feel on the tip of my fingers

There's no lie, man I'm so high

I feel like I've been sleepin with angels

Gotta live life, cus the day you die

Every day the true become famous

No flashing lights, this life has a price

And I can feel on the tip of my fingers

And I feel it, I feel it