Anthony Kannon - Guardian Angel

I can't do this forever
Haters in the field, you just gotta shake them off
Real nigga, show respect, watch who you're talking to
I still hear your voice.. but I just wanna talk to you
Death is forever, don't gotta tell you what a coffin do
You been tryna sneak me on the low, but I'm onto you
I still get chills when I be thinking bout the past
It get real in the field, so keep going till you crash
Remember when they doubted me...
Mama said she proud of me...
I made it, why you looking down on me
2000 dollars for 15 mins on stage, I'm getting paid 8K hourly
They told me that the rap, was a fallacy
In high school, I robbed him for a pack-so he mad at me
They used to laugh at me
I was so broke, they felt bad for me
What's the one thing in common with the Dre's and the Diddy's?
The Jays and the Nipseys... The Ye's and 50's?
I'm a man on a mission
Doesn't matter what's going on, I handle my business
I can sacrifice money, I can sacrifice time
I can't sacrifice happiness, or sacrifice pride
Wake up every morning and be battling my mind
The only one who could ever defeat me, is I
These rappers doing cries for help
They don't even have kids, and then die with wealth
The shit sad, I be thinking I could die myself
I got a plan for the fam, I provide myself
Started this shit from the basement, I could never get complacent
Coming up, bitch I'm doing like numbers like the matrix
The stock going up like a spaceship
The pot bubble up-what you making?
I don't need the Rolex, I don't need the Goyard
I feel like I'm flexing when I take her to the Boatyard
It was just love and basketball like Omar
Until I got a pack and had to hide it like report cards
This is not a phase, I'm the wave baby-sonar
Shawty wanna dive right in, told her hold on
I can sacrifice time
I can't sacrifice happiness, or sacrifice pride
I can't do this forever...
Haters in the field, you just gotta shake them off of you
Real nigga, show respect, watch who you're talking to
I still hear your voice.. but I just wanna talk to you
Death is forever, don't gotta tell you what a coffin do
You been tryna sneak me on the low, but I'm onto you
I still get chills when I be thinking 'bout the past
It get real in the field, so keep going till you crash
Remember when they doubted me
Mama said she proud of me
They used to laugh at me
I was so broke, they felt bad for me
I should've known you were selfish from the jump
Can't give a handout, but I'll help a nigga up
Still shed a tear when I saw that letter from the bunk
Police on the stoop, tryna question 'bout a murder
I ain't saying nothing, we ain't talking any further
Coach told me back in school, I'd be flipping burgers
Brody in a jam, grab the glock and hid the burner
I can't, hold back, this my time
My world, no rules, no guidelines
He mad, no play, he sidelined
Don't worry bout me baby, I'm fine
I can't, hold back, this my time
My world, no rules, no guidelines
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry bout me

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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