Lyrics Eye - AngelOh!
It's
getting
harder
but
I'm
tryna
get
the
fuck
up
out
this
hell
Pull
out
the
choppa
hit
his
toppa
and
I
wish
my
demons
well
I
love
my
father,
and
my
momma
and
my
sister
you
can
tell
But
to
be
honest
I'm
a
goner,
sometimes
I
don't
know
how
to
feel
This
shit
get
tricky
with
my
feelings
cop
balencis
to
dismiss
it
It
get
icky
vicky,
so
I
skip
it,
pop
a
pillie
She
said
give
me
gimmick,
if
you
with
it
then
I'm
with
it
Can't
get
too
explicit
cuz
I
think
my
momma
listen
I
walk
in
the
mall
and
I
cop
it,
dress
up
in
designer
all
over
my
pocket
I
don't
got
soul
I
done
lost
it,
that
will
to
live
that
you
have
I
do
not
got
it
That's
why
I
just
switch
up
the
topic
And
try
to
be
there
for
you
I'm
being
honest
It
feels
like
my
only
option,
other
than
that
I'm
juss
chasing
a
profit
I
got
demons
and
angels
all
up
on
my
shoulder
Can't
hear
none
of
'em,
ever
since
I
done
woke
up
Feel
like
one
player
games
and
I
got
the
controller
I
know
this
my
world
therefore
I
am
the
owner
I
feel
like
a
misfit,
or
I'm
on
a
mission
I
gotta
put
the
keys
in
the
ignition
I
gotta
take
off
just
for
you
to
listen
I
gotta
get
myself
a
couple
million
She
like
that
sticky
icky
when
we
quickie
Stick
on
me
just
like
a
hickey
It
get
tricky
tricky
tryna
fuck
up
my
whole
image
See
my
spirit
clearly
4K
fight,
like
if
it's
a
scrimmage
Ain't
so
scrimmage
ain't
no
gimmick
fuck
around
you'll
be
a
victim
Don't
need
a
coupe
blow
the
brains
out
the
roof
Shorty
drop
drop
top,
make
him
run
like
duck
duck
goose
Wanna
be
so
iced
out
ask
her
where
my
super
suit
Got
me
hen
for
right
now
sipping
with
the
orange
juice
Walking
to
the
corner
store
or
maybe
bag
a
4 for
4
I
only
got
a
5 so
me
and
my
dawg
split
it
just
like
a
whore
When
I'm
done
bitch
hit
the
door
I
keep
dripping,
mop
the
floor
She
be
working
for
the
dick
just
like
if
it's
a
fucking
chore
It's
getting
harder
but
I'm
tryna
get
the
fuck
up
out
this
hell
Pull
out
the
choppa
hit
his
toppa
and
I
wish
my
demons
well
I
love
my
father,
and
my
momma
and
my
sister
you
can
tell
But
to
be
honest
I'm
a
goner,
sometimes
I
don't
know
how
to
feel
This
shit
get
tricky
with
my
feelings
cop
balencis
to
dismiss
it
It
get
icky
vicky,
so
I
skip
it,
pop
a
pillie
She
said
give
me
gimmick,
if
you
with
it
then
I'm
with
it
Can't
get
too
explicit
cuz
I
think
my
momma
listen
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