Текст песни Angels & Demons - Locksmith , Jon Connor

Bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say? Tell me I got a condition?
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay low to the street while I get my money
Yeah, tell 'em pray for me, bitch don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say? Tell me I got a condition?
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay low to the street while I get my money

What is the definition of real now?
Is it determined on what you earned or you bill now?
Has it been predicated?
The people that's dedicated to dumbin' the
Demograph are half of the [?], like (woof)
Look at what I rose from
What do you expect when livin' under your own thumb?
How do you progress when you left in a lurch and they left you inert
So you search for your own drum?
But I come from a place where the space was cramped
I was raised in the wastes, I don't wait for stamps
Of approval, my removal mutes you
So I move at a pace that elates my camp
I was canvassin', what I imagined then
Was a safehouse, now I come back with them
I don't chase clout, that is an act of sin
I reenact what is fact to refract within
If I adapt to them, then my edge is gone
There's a very thin line when the ledge is drawn
There was various times where they egged me on
But still the wounds from the past are what kept me calm

Bitch, don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say? Tell me I got a condition?
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay low to the street while I get my money
Yeah, tell 'em pray for me, bitch don't even mention
If y'all go talk to God, tell him steer my intuition
Fuck y'all really gon' say? Tell me I got a condition?
Niggas can't hit what they can't see
I'ma stay low to the street while I get my money

What are you niggas really afraid of?
What are you benefittin' by livin' to a pay stub?
How is it beneficial, in prison,
The inner issues of people who went
To diss you repent, but it's fake love?
But a horror and what you didn't involve 'em in
I been holdin' the psalm and then I
Been watchin' you bark his accomplishments
'Cause you're a falsehood, just a [?]
A sunk ark in the hearts of men
If you walk [?] then your remarks are a barker bitch mark
The start's where you faltered in
Every bar is a barge into Barça
I know to roll between a goal [?] was far-fetched
But I'm frowned upon, I found the pawns around, upon
The large fish, underground, but strong
Self-doubt was the route that the shouts would spawn
Fuck jealous comments and the couch you on
You were never an adversary, don't have me go have you carried
Away, the way you niggas ride is imaginary