Angels on Dorscher Lyrics

If we fall from the sky

And my dawgs still alive

We gon all multiply

It's all part of the plan

I thank God for the ride

I break down with the squad

Ain't no time wipe your eyes

I'm reaching just hold my hand

We might Fall to the vibe

Fall from the sky

Fall from the

Fall for the

We might fall to the vibe

Fall from the sky

Fall from the

Fall for the

All my niggas shook back

Even came back with some stories

And some glories for the hood

I just hope you know you good

I done got it off the jugg

Meet you where you stand

Cus I done been misunderstood

You feel you prolly should

It's pressure if they catch you

Pack a nigga in some pressure

Cus you wish a nigga would trip

Shout my cousin K

We used freak them jazzy wood tips

Talkin bout how we gon ball

I swear done dreamed it all

Now it's time to manifest it with the laws

I ain't stopping til my eyes done seen it all

Gracefully I'm looking up I watch em fall

I'm tryna tell you we some Gods

That preconditioning was fraud

Gotta work so many angles

Tryna brace the fall

For the new incoming…angels

I swear they coming from the block

If we fall from the sky

And my dawgs still alive

We gon fall, multiply

It's all part of the plan

I thank God for the ride

I break down with the squad

Ain't no time wipe your eyes

I'm reaching just hold my hand

We might fall from the sky

Fall for the vibe

Fall from the sky

Fall from the

We might fall for the vibe

Fall from the sky

Fall from the

Fall from the

We dance with titans over spades

Use em all in tonk go and cop them brand new Js

I done won a few parlays my finagle hella smooth with it

Shake em then I throw em I done caught a lil groove with it

And them babies need some shoes wit it

And we ain't got nothing to lose wit it

We need them bags with the blues in it

If you ain't got nothing do

Watch the 6 behind my shoes

Ima break you off a piece

All I need is one more lick

I can feel em gettin sweet

SRT's doing donuts in the lot like OMG

It's time to ride It's time to fly

Don't clip my wings 'fo I fly

Been saving up for my mileage

Turbulence on the flight got me questioning who the pilot

Misses jones

Did I make it to the gates or was I wrong

Was that weight inside the scale even on

Drop me off on Dorscher road and West Colon

I bow my head and say my grace I'm going home..

We coming back we coming black it won't be long

And that's coming from the block

Yea, yea that's coming from the block

Yea that's coming from the block

Man shoutout the whole west side

West of the O, you feel me

I'm talkin' West Colonial

Pine hills

438

Dorscher road

Texas ave, you know I gotta shoutout all my zoes

Good homes road know we creeping through them backstreets all the way up through ocoee, you feel me

Ivey Lane, Green Land

Orlavista

Hiawassee

You know we gotta slide through the south west through Metro West,

That's Kirkman Road, Carver Shores, Washington Shores

Know we at the fish market with it

Looking like it

Talking like it

Head on the swivel and I'm walking like it

If we fall from the sky

And my dawgs still alive

We gon all multiply

It's all part of the plan

I thank God for the ride

I break down with the squad

Ain't no time wipe your eyes

I'm reaching just hold my hand