Letra de 'No Angel' de Oliver Francis

This the end of all that fake shit
I'm y'all 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 lemon scented and the windows is tinted
Had to switch it up a bit so I could say it's authentic

Little bitch go 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
Man ya'll be so played out, you trendy rappers gotsta go
If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a pro
You see me spark that cigarillo, then I take a puff
Some days I want to call it quits, feel like I've had enough
You got me so fucked up if you think I'm 'bout to quit
'Cause I care way too much about my family and 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
This right here on some honest shit
I'm only rappin' from my heart
If I was worried about the hits
I'd make some pop shit for the charts
And my bedroom zoning out
Know my drip gon' end the drought
All the kids who rockin' with me, ya'll know what we talkin' 'bout
Yo, this the end of all that fake shit, I'm ya'll replacement
Ain't no difference between you rappers
Ya'll 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 die 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 it's seeming
Beneath the scene they preachin' to the teens to pop them beans so
It seems 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 a 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 held a gun to their 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
Ya'll aiming straight for the charts
I'm aiming straight for the chest
I only speak from the heart
You only riding the trends
You fuckin' goof
So try and say I'm lackin' the juice
I'll body bag a rapper, tag 'em, send 'em back to the booth

I cry myself to sleep like almost every night
I hope you know
I'm no angel
If I die 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 die alone on my bedroom floor, then that's all right
I hope you know
I'm no angel