Angels of Beijing ft. Fresh Karson & Baks the Producer Lyrics

I lost my flows, I lost my bros

I lost my holdings, and I don't know where to go

My soul is floating

I'm a ghost

I got to rest the place for space

I chase some racks to take some steps to bless myself in future tense

My soul is afloat

I cannot cope

I am so dope

I am addictive

It's intrinsic

Gotta be the greatest cause

I willed it with the gang

Trippy the fam, huh? Had to build it from scratch

Yeah

Restart and attack huh, after losing some rats

Uhhh Me and Senpai next to the board

We was hurt and appalled but we started to draw and his art damn it left me awe

So we laid out a plan started doing our thing with patients and pain then we met two

Other men Fresh karson the zen and Baks the producer, now we're taking it over,

Sucking up all the cash like we is some hovers, we move it around like we is some

Ubers

You haters are Goobers Better step aside cause we take the future and we cutting you

Up

You whack rappers like you is were some cancerous tumours

There ain't no rumour

We don't do this for humour

Damn better step back

Or we cutting you off

You cancerous tumours

We taking rap back

We don't do this for humour

Aint it so Sickening

I be so sick of it

Been awhile since I'm dreaming

Millions

Anytime I'm switching the tone

Only now I'm feeling myself coming hard

Imma skeet on the verse told my homie

Tell my homie no homo on pause And remember, we're still in the sauce

These other niggas comparing bullshit, She flexing with me cause she got a new dick

Broken hearts on lover boy, bloody scars on a lover boy, all these bars on a lover boy

I think it's time that we dropped

I think it's time that we dropped for real

On a hunnid I

Put it on me overtime in the booth anytime, any day

Even with nothing to say okay

But I'mmo finish

That verse though

Put it all in a little backstroke

Probably serve up on the plateau

Or maybe a gateaux

You know how French goes ah oui oui ah oaui

Ah oui oui ah oaui