No Angel

[Verse 1: 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 Lil' 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 Man, y'all so played out, you trendy rappers gots to go If you lookin' for that fire, know you fuckin' with a pro 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've had enough (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 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 'bout the hits I'd make some pop shit for the charts In my bedroom zonin' 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 y'all replacement Ain't no difference between you rappers Y'all all make the same shit, bitch [Chorus: Oliver Francis] 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 [Verse 2: nothing,nowhere.] 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 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 the 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 they brain Then they put it down when they heard a line in my song And that's somethin' 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 riding the trends You fuckin' goof So try and say I'm lackin' the juice I bodybag a rapper, tag 'em, send 'em back to the booth [Chorus: Oliver Francis] 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