Tg3 - Angels by My Side

Look into my eyes
And see that I'm alive
I don't plan on stopping
Within any of this time
City on my mind
Working to make it sublime
Ain't no time to hit rewind
It requires steady grind
But I, still B-line
Getting to that cash
Get up in that challenger
And push it to the dash
Swerving while I'm rolling
Lord I'm hoping I don't crash
This disciple life and sinning
See it always tend to clash
And I know
That I got a duty
And patrol
Gotta leave a legacy
Can't leave my post
But for my growth
I gotta up and leave my home
Yeah
So I go oh
They keep tryna get me
For my soul
Thankful that I'm not
Out here alone
I can call on God
Just so you know yeah
If you didn't know
Well now you
When I speak up, I don't talk down
Had no direction, but people follow me now
I'm the King and General
Uber, Lyft around town
Imma take you to the crib
Imma have to buss it down
We doing real things, we making real change
We getting real change, and we got real chains
But we ain't slaves, we bidness owners
Independent, you don't own us
We da parents, can't disown us
Be successful, that's my onus
Bet it turn you off, that I'm on now
In the presence of a don now
Yes, I'm a King, I'm not a pawn
Still couldn't make it on my own
I thank my team, I thank my Lord
You wanna reach me, hit my phone
I'm gone, Brooklyn
So I go oh
They keep tryna get me
For my soul
Thankful that I'm not
Out here alone
I can call on God
Just so you know yeah
If you didn't know
Well now you
You could be screaming as loud as you can I still couldn't hear you
Unstoppable force immovable object I gotta feel you
It's all about the vibes
That feeling i never compromise
That tells me real from the fake
You can't call an Uber for ride or die
That why I got brothers for the long run
This ain't something for the faint of heart
I need Braveheart riding shotgun
Better yet got the Lord on me like sunscreen when the heat come
So I'm kicking my feet up like fifa
I got no time for no sneakers
See me upfront just like a heat seeker
Ah
No flex zone
Gotta be humble like jack
I stay low key while I build up these stacks
Still pulling baddies no need for a check
Got me cuffed up and I couldn't resist
They see me working so earnest
Packing these bars I shoot like a burner
Kill a track first degree murder
So I go oh
They keep tryna get me
For my soul
Thankful that I'm not
Out here alone
I can call on God
Just so you know yeah
If you didn't know
Well now you
Go oh
They keep tryna get me
For my soul
Thankful that I'm not
Out here alone
I can call on God
Just so you know yeah
If you didn't know
Well now you

Written by:
Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks

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