Nothing, nowhere., Oliver Francis - No Angel lyrics

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 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 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
(Take a puff, yeah)
Some days I want to call it quit's
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 about the hit's
I'd make some pop shit for the charts
In 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 your replacement
Ain't no difference between you rappers
Y'all 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 died 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 is 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 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 something 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'll bodybag 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 died 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 died alone on my bedroom floor
Then that's all right
I hope you know
I'm no angel