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My Thoughts 5 lyrics by Babyface Ray feat. Santana

There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
Look at the sky
It’s the color of love
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly came down from above
He led me to you
He led me to- Blood, sweat, and tears
Blood exterior
Three seven four stitched interior, this shit real
I ain’t had to pass no torture in ten years
Shit, we live still
Shit that I’m rapping, I really live

Shit, I get chills
Copy them flows, stealing the swag
Shit, we just steal
Bitch in the field toting a mag
You can get killed or you can grow and get more
After a while, man, this shit getting old
I’m in the club but I’m ready to go
This little spot ain’t as big as my home
The whole crowd probably fit on the floor
Walked in the label, told ‘em get on the floor
Still getting millions if I didn’t go gold

I understand it now, I’ve been on the road
It’s 50/50, either get it or don’t
He think he slime but he digging a hole
You tell him no, nigga’s hands exposed
Shit, I’m good, I can stand on my own
You know that fame, it’ll damage your soul
Fuck up your character, faking for likes
He talking good, won’t take his advice
I’m still on man shit, we all got vices
I touch and turn her up, she calling me Midas

Thumbing for decades, I’m getting arthritis
No fluorescing, it’s brighter than lightning
All that dick riding got him indicted
Yeah, I’m a big dog, no nigga to follow
See the baddies in my section when they lit up the bottles
Nigga, money long, chain hang down to my dick
Today Balenci’, next day follow with Rick
Little hood hope, I’m through the projects and some shit
Let’s celebrate, on the block, bottles of Cris’

I know the chef, he get paid twirling his wrist
And he get busy, piss me off, I’m calling a blitz
Keep speaking on me, might as well toss me your bitch
Fuck a room, she get tossed in a whip
Eight years old, I was taught to not snitch
Miss me when he was a kid, get out the field, nigga
How you trolling the ‘Gram thinking you a real nigga?
How you ain’t had a band? Is you for real, nigga?
I’m in that chopstick dojo

Mini Drac’ solo
Niggas really not like us, I think they know though
It ain’t shit to shoot out a bag but did you go though?
Free my nigga chasing that cash in Narco, yeah
My thoughts get crazy
I rock ‘em to sleep like I’m Kevin Spacey
I be watching these niggas, shit, Esco made me
But I had the blues ‘til the DJ saved me
I heard the voice of an angel
All them losses got me sharp as a razor, nigga

That shit look good on paper
The fabric mans don’t really good on paper
Fuck these niggas
There must have been an angel by my side
Something heavenly led me to you
We came, we came from nothing, nigga
Look at the sky
Fuck you gonna tell me something?
It’s the color of love
You don’t know what the mud look like
You don’t know what real love look like, do you?
There must have been an angel by my side

You don’t know how to dodge these fake niggas
Something heavenly came down from above
You don’t know how to keep it all to this shit
It was destiny
It was destiny
He led me to you