Devil's Angel

[Hook: Chris Swagg]

Black on my gloves, black on my hoodie

I got it on me for any pussy nigga that push me

If I want it, I take it, angel of Satan

I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting

Black on my gloves, black on my mask

It's a funeral, nigga, that's on the gas

Life, I'mma take it, angel of Satan

I'm a hitter for hitters, just know that Jesus was waiting

[Verse 1]

Far from a angel, more like a devil

Black SUVs, heavy metal, got my foot on the pedal

Murdering you right where you stand if I ever catch you

I can fill your back up with shells from this .38 special

Won't stop till I murder every rapper, I'm finna replenish

Went through a killing spree for years and I never repented

Father, forgive me, I sinned and have no problem admitting

I'm like God to these bitches, my only problem's a mitten

Got black on my gloves, black on my mask

Shoot every hit, miss and I'm coming back on yo' ass

I won't hold back, I'mma blow and knock you flat on yo' ass

My lil' niggas'll blow and they ride for the cash

I'm a hitter for hitters, I sold my soul to the streets

These motherfuckers thought I sold my soul to the beast

Don't give a fuck about the murder rate, I'll help it increase

I got the realer gorilla shit embedded in me

If I should die right now, I pray my dark soul you can keep

Cause I'm corrupted, I hang with killers, gangstas, elites

I'm up in this bitch wildin' for Chiraq, what you think?

I catch him in traffic, wreck it and rock him to sleep

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Fresh off the corner where niggas hustle and kick it

Politicking with gangstas and fucking with bitches

But never lock and try me, the shit'll get different

They know that I keep it on me and God as my witness

I been the business, why they think I'm holding the torch

I was only 12 or 13 when I first rapped on the porch

Battling niggas up in the park, I wasn't playing no sports

Man, I wanted the whole thing, I wasn't taking no shorts

I call up the guys, and we take a ride

If we catch you lacking, nigga, then we getting fire

Cause we tryna rock you, don't wanna see you alive

If we slide up on him, Swiss cheese him, he won't survive

I'm telling you niggas ain't ready, bitch, any nigga could get it

Money, power and pussy, yes, that's my religion

Proper preparation prevents poor performance in winning

I'm from where them niggas ain't hungry but they stay in the kitchen

I tell they mama to pray, look, bitch, I'm God

I know I sinned in the past but I beat the odds

I put in work, I did it for squad

Forever, I'm cursed, I done been hit from the mob

[Hook]