No Angel (Explicit)

Song: No Angel

Artist: Oliver Francis, nothing,nowhere.

Lyrics: ​nothing,nowhere. & Oliver Francis

Composed: Oliver Francis

It\'s the end of all that fake shit

I\'m your replacement

Ain\'t no difference between you rappers

Y\'all all make the same shit

Yeah, my flow is phenomenal

Build the beat like bionicle

I\'m the proof that if you really want it, this shit is possible

Yeah, the whip is limited, slinted and the windows is tinted

Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it\'s authentic

Little bitch gon\' run and tell all of your friends that the old Oliver\'s dead

I\'ll stop pretending, think I\'m just gonna be myself instead

I do this shit for everyone who\'s showin\' me love

I\'m either workin\' on the music or I\'m rollin\' it up

Me, I\'ll be so played out, you trainee rappers gotsta go

If you lookin\' for that fire, know you fuckin\' with a GOAT

You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff (Take a puff, yeah)

Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I had enough (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You got me so fucked up if you think I\'m \'bout to quit

\'Cause I can\'t wait too much, all my family in this rappin\' shit (?)

No, you won\'t find me at the club, I bottle pop at the crib

Rollin\' up and celebratin\' all of my accomplishments

It\'s right here on some midas shit

I\'m only rappin\' from my heart

If I was worried about the hits

I\'d make some pop shit for the charts

In my bedroom zoning out

My chick go on the drought (?)

All the kids who rockin\' with me, ya\'ll know what we talkin\' \'bout

Yo it\'s the end of all that fake shit, I\'m your replacement

Ain\'t no difference between you rappers

Y\'all all make the same shit, bitch

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know

I\'m no angel

If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that\'s all right

I hope you know

I\'m no angel

It\'s the reaper creepin\' slow

I know you see me when you dreamin\'

Been a minute I was in it, I came back, but now I\'m screamin\'

Beneath the scene they preachin\' to the teens to pop that bean, so

It seemed to me you need to scheme and fiend to stack them C-notes

At night, I contemplate about my time on the earth

And every day I gotta choose between the verse and hearse

Suicidal, anxiety inside of denial

And my head is my rival

But see, the pen is my rifle

These other rappers so concerned about the money and fame

But I got kids who tell me that they have a gun to they brain

Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song

And that\'s something more important than what station I\'m on

Y\'all aiming straight for the charts

I\'m aiming straight for the chest

I only speak from the heart

You only vibin\' the trends

You fuckin\' goof

So try and say I\'m lackin\' the juice

A body bag, I\'ll wrap and tag \'em, send them back to the booth

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know

I\'m no angel

If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that\'s all right

I hope you know

I\'m no angel

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night

I hope you know

I\'m no angel

If I died alone on my bedroom floor, then that\'s all right

I hope you know

I\'m no angel