Sha Stimuli - Angels & Demons lyrics

[Hook] I got these angels on my shoulder 3X But these demons keep on talking and they trying to win me over hey [Verse 1] I wake up with the voice in my head that says God's watching Studied scriptures and even skimmed thru Allah's doctrine Minutes later I'm thinking of k**ing haters and ways to bring in some paper so having faith is a hard option My moms told me that praying will get me far in life And anytime it gets hectic just give your heart to Christ But I don't know if the Lord can help my bars get tight Or make the fans think I'm a star that's nice I'm an artist writing Real sh** real feelings Angels in my ear Like do better be better, pick a new career Maybe teacher, preacher, counselor, physicist, engineer Someone doing things with meaning for people But then I hear These demons with the horns like rap, rhyme spit it Do a song wit a dance, talk about the s*utty b**hes Put half naked chicks in the video pour liquor On they a**es Throw some stacks at the camera and yell n***a n***a n***a I'm ill I'm getting it, f** school Sell d**, get a buzz, rock some shiny fake j**els But the angels come back screaming make smart cool Put depth in your music, reach the youngest, dumbest fools While you k** it over beats and they sleeping You break the rules And have ‘em thinking while they smoking and drinking and gripping tools And I choose the dark side, sorta like Trey and Doughboy in that car ride And then I shout Dough let me out Knowing that this is wrong I'm conflicted in my life and in my songs y'all don't hear me [Hook] [Verse 2] Got me thinking bank robbery Obama I need change I envision car jacking this old man in the range Angels – work hard at your craft and deal with the pain Everyday ain't always sunny you want to just make it rain Demons- Sha look at how long you been in the game Ain't nobody trying to hear what you yapping, you sound lame You ain't shooting, you ain't selling You ain't balling, you the same Dude rapping bout your raps in your raps then you complain Damn But the angels start to whisper Wife up a queen then the demons tell me diss her The soldiers with the wings say lift brothers and sisters But the creatures with the tails say get money consistent Angels say God's son showed you the path Demons say the savior was hated until he pa**ed Sha you was born broke, parents called you accident Jesus got gold and a holiday named after him Angels want me Christian or catholic with wife and kids Demons want me flipping bricks getting clapped or doing a bid Angels Forget the who*es and the groupies, the music biz Demons, thinking small you'll never be Pac or Big stupid [Hook]