So, SUPREME - Angels lyrics

[Speech: Plain Simple] Aye 'Preme I don't think they ready We always been something new Lets get it [Verse 1: Plain Simple] I love my shoes, I love my clothes, I love my checks But we use it in the wrong context The complex meaning is so farfetched So I wrote this trying to dry my eyes Hoping that these words will lead from my demise Above the musical stalise Embrace the acronym, say it loud AFG, Aspired For Greatness In a year a two you'll worship our name b**h Ignorance through our diligence I spit realer sh** Pestilence through your malcotense you old filtered b**h I dismantle the Bantu Knots of your b**h, she can't handle The DICKtation I spit for your fan view Plain you wilding man whats got into you? See I'm aggravated and it hurt sometimes But that aggravation turn my devastation into hooks & rhymes So respect my shine The Rolling Stone of my time The Cure to the Rush of rap with no rhyme Coldplay ofays speak truth but your Third Eye Blind The wine dine lifestyle not mine When I write the song the truth lies in the loop Uncouth, Walkin tall call me Cool Hand Luke Girls tell the truth, Im smoove like a Nupe In the afterlife I write a curse, d**h is life in reverse Put the hearse in reverse & revamp the worst of k**ings A master villain, Averaging the ma** appeal And I never thought I see the day that I make my way on TV A dream is a wish with no plan, So keep a n***a song on repeat [Verse 2: So, SUPREME] Uh baby girl I don't really wanna tweak But I love it when you put my songs on repeat Got a n***a feeling like he belong on the beat Got a size 12 shoe, what they say bout big feet? I'm her favorite rapper, she favorites my tweets Shoutout to Al Guap and shoutout to AZ beats Only see a n***a when his name next to "feat" I am outstanding I guess I'll have a seat, wait Dumb n***as still want to talk But we all spit blind shooting shots in the dark And I would keep going but I ran out of time 1, 2, 3 now I ran out of rhyme Couldn't find a girl but instead I found a dime And she wanna give me brain til' I change her mind Now I got 2 nickels and a n***a that could rhyme And I guess thats common sense and some cents for your mind Goddamn, your b**h think my sh** go hard Til' I f** her brains out leaving thoughts on the floor Woah, and I hate it when a n***a try to diss you in a bar And I wish a n***a wood like my dick on the hard Tell a ho keep up, b**h I am star n***as doing par its backwards, f** dot I wish you could see my life at a angle But n***as skipping tracks like a line and some triangles Like ho I ain't gon' sign you Now @ me again and you dying dude Made a mixtape, I could do better Man f**-a-dat sh** i was straight flexing Man I couldn't do a song just to get people's And now I got dollars and I'm pay attention, wait