I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up
Or change language and subject change up
Her boyâs a long way from red dolls and green rangers
Things ainât been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous
I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water
You donât think I felt ya hand on my head yelling âcall his fatherâ
But people donât hear ghosts
So how they gon' blame me
Money saved me
So Iâma do the same thing
You droppin pounds, gettin small on some sick shit
Like how you got the drive but donât know how to use a stick shift
You better not miss this
Over dose, dope and mixes
Let ya throat close
With a boatload of dope quotes within it
Dropping tapes 'til I losted count
Coughing out blood
Dropping weight
Like I lost an ounce
Throwing words and tossing nouns
NY traveling Iâm Boston bound
Bossing 'round homies
And talking down to shorties while Iâm jotting down
Notes to spit to Harlem crowns
Surfing through the Harlem crowds
At the crib Iâm falling down
Yeah, I'm steady crawling 'round
Iâm calling out to God
Your little angels falling down
Save me from my darkened cloud
Reach your hands and arms around
- :
- No Option
- Coloring Book (Mixtape)
- Angels (Single)
- Somewhere in Paradise (Single)
- Acid Rap
- 10 Day (Mixtape)
- Non-Album Releases
- Coloring Book
- Compilation
- Hiatus (Back Up In This Bitch)
- Blessings (Save Money Prayer)
- Paranoia
- Good Enough
- I Might Need Security
- 65th & Ingleside
- Work Out
- The Man Who Has Everything