Angelic (Won't Do)

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Yeah, huh, look, yeah. Vagrant, vagrant, hungry for payments.

Gotta get cheese up the rat race stairs. One ain't enough for the peas out here, but ain't begging now please for my

Ps out here. Ain't no more peace, it's a feast out where.

In the city, it's cold, you might not outwear.

Settling payments, gentrification, the hoods turn while the triple K outfits. I be missing some Ks in my bank, I'm pissed.

But ain't holding on grudges or wishes. Gotta put in my work and shift this.

Spliff this, mic to my face looks lipless.

Witness, all the greatness lifted through all the eyes of my ancestors. Let's get this, clip this chatter, it ain't money, no chatter.

I'm climbing the ladder 'til I sleep with fishes.

One won't do it to his body.

'Nough for me, no, yeah.

One won't do it to his body.

'Nough for me, no, no.

One won't do it to his body. 'Nough for me, no. Yeah,

I don't know. Telling my people that I'm on go.

Flying like Heathrow, heading for more.

Okay, I'm ready, I'm set today, and I'm heavy to make more paper that ain't lightweight.

Ain't no worry, on beats I skate, and the niggas gon' see when tracks get outplayed. Who them rappers who sleep, outraged?

I'm working through days and evenings like Bruce Wayne.

Harshly snarky in a black fit, showing the reaper that day out date.

I'm hmm, yeah, you ain't seen what the fuck I've been talking 'bout. You can't reach me, CG. I'm on the top like Fiji.

Melting the plaques from the tracks on a repeat, repeat. Follow the leader, let me teach these.

Staying alive and vital like the Bee Gees.

See me on disguise, disguise, but you still recognize caps flyer than Revies.

One won't do it to his body.

'Nough for me, no, yeah.

One won't do it to his body.

'Nough for me, no, no.

One won't do it to his body. 'Nough for me, no.