Michael Angelo II - This Kind of Man (feat. Bekelie)

Woahooooo, yea yea yea yea
Oh, Michael Angelo yea yea yeah
Oh
You want respect boy it comes with a price
Stand for something boy or pay with your life
Money buys a lot but you cant buy these stripes vampine shit I come alive in the night
When I get it boy I buy back the block
Call me biggs just minus the locks
Let um take advantage they never gone stop
Bills do whether you like or not
Its hand and hand and that's on my life
Celtic shit with the green and the white
My kids eyes let me know its alright
Lost to many boy I appreciate life
Lost a lot of friends and they ain't even dead
Kill the serpent boy you chop off the head
Free the homie locked down in the feds
Fame is coming I'm always prepared
Feel I'm lien boy check all that I said
Never was here, you never was there
HustleMindz boy you know I done moved it
R.i.p. to dan 270 we bluesd it
Earned a spot ain't no way that I'm losing
Hate a nigga boy stuck and they moving
Fed people and still managed to get bit
We all touchable even Michael got hit
When you down bad boy it'll make you or break you
Say I'm blessed I don't feel it but thank you
Been there before I'm talking shackled to ankles
Countless times I gave and nobody said thank you
Hatred in me boy I gotta stay humble
Shorty crossed me and I'm mad that I loved her
Promised baby I'll never do it again
Can't recruit unless I know the work you put in
People around me man they always stand solid
They lied when they said we had to touch college
Too many white people taking up profits
Strength is in numbers the only way we can stop it
You gone hate a nigga hate what I became
Talk business give no fuck about a chains
Through it all man I walked through the rain
Getting money is the name of the game
You don't know how we got here
Thinking that shit was just crystal clear
I don't think they'll understand what it took to be this kinda man
Paving our way yea we wanna make shit straight
Cuz this the beginning we ain't got know breaks
Doing what we gotta ain't gonna waste know time
I really touched the packs Hustle mines
Hate to see a young black man succeed
I live off my haters I don't need know beef
Everything I ever done was from the heart
Shout out to my pops he was there from the start
Keep shit real you know I don't play
I pray I can live another day
Sitting in my basement writing all these rhymes saw my baby text sorry
Call you back in five
My minds on the grind, I can't waste time
Take a puff keeps me alive helps me not lose mind
For once I want to do shit right, I don't want to serve all my life
My own demons keep me tied down to the bottom gonna lose my mind
Gotta kill yourself to stay alive
You don't know how we got here thinking shit was crystal clear
I don't think they'll ever understand
What it took to be this kind of man

Written by:
Michael Chrisp

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