T.I. - Flying With Angels lyrics

rate me

Ft. Doe B

Hustle gang, nigger!

It's nothin' like,

And I'm so high

Got a little life,

Cause' today you die.

No flashlights,

Who says there's a price?

I feel it.

Hey, man, who can say one day I

Won't run the streets? Don't let it get high.

But today ...

Nigger, try me out with the high shit now,

You can try to get down with a deal with the Maker,

Show you first hand how we deal with a hater,

Killers out here had to deal with a leader,

Shoot him in the head, they deal with the leader,

Me is a meter, thee is a moan,

Got some more weighting on me

I'mma getting it in on,

Hey now, nigger, don't mention it all,

I plead, don't mention what we did in the all.

Hey, nigger, you know how we do when we go off,

Step in a pepper fight, there'll be no towel,

Could you say the ...

How to do a kid played with a mage drape,

Niggar, that's real. Smoke, I think about how I'mma get payed.

Most though can't risc till' mage pay,

If I die today, I die smiling, niggar, no lie,

Because I live every day of my life

Like the night like kissing me goodbye.

I can feel it on the tip of my veins,

It's nothin' like,

And I'm so high,

I feel like I be sipping with angels,

Got a little life,

Cause' today you die.

No flashlights,

Who says there's a price?

I feel it on the tip of my veins,

I feel it, I feel it.

Now I ain't saying that I'm famous,

But the streets say that I made it.

Come the Alabama way,

Treat me like I'm sailing,

But my mamma say I'm still on the same block,

Running in the same car,

Get harassed by the same cops.

Feeling like I'm doubling rain drops

I ain't helped by the ...

Till' I got a pot to cool bricks in.

And I got a couple rich friends

Feelin' like a squeech frineds.

Boy, a nigger say anything

To sell a nigger the chain.

Man, like a cartoon wardrobe

I swear to God I'm still the same.

Come on, feel my pain, go through si much,

That's why I support the fame?

Where's the love?

I can't loose these streets.

I can't loose my blood.

Yo, rap don't work for me

Any better than sending drugs.

Having hoes, passing ducks,

Sam's sack, match it up.

Oh, shit, are you free to pack that ass?

I'm tittle tied to my nigger, rich,

Money maker, forget it, bitch!

I'm so close, I can smell it.

Towing my eyes and I see clearly.

I can feel it on the tip of my veins,

It's nothin' like,

And I'm so high,

I feel like I be sipping with angels,

Got a little life,

Cause' today you die.

No flashlights,

Who says there's a price?

I feel it on the tip of my veins,

I feel it, I feel it.