But make sure if they do see
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
I'll teach you how to take it slow
Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.
Signallin the angels of my newest moral failures
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Cause some of you bitches funny
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
My dreams are falling like evil angels
I ain't used to it, she got that hot love
This city of angels, oh so deceiving so misleading,
You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king
Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/
Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow
Good love then i can do that for her
Angels and demon's im that best seller,
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