Rick - Angels and Demons Lyrics

I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They pray that I'm dead
But I'm back made a deal with the reaper
I'm running the game
Boy y'all should just stick to the bleachers
I'm iced out I'm iced out like I just popped out of the freezer
I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They call me hot headed
You'd think I was running a fever
She says I'm her everything
Hope she don't think I believe her
I'm so cold I'm so cold like I just popped out of the freezer!

Rap D straight from the south side waduuuup
They always trynna run they mouth but they never trynna run up
Yeah
Walking through my city like I really give no f*cks
Chi town chi town always gotta show love
I'm feeling incredible
Step the f*ck back
Cuz you ain't on my level doe
Y'all one dimensional
I'm unconventional
First of my kind
Ain't nobody identical
Why would I trip off of something that's plentiful?
Homies be putting the pussy on pedestals
I'm way to busy
Put on for my city
Stay holding it down I'm the muf*ckin general

Get the f*ck out the way
Cuz I'm back in my bag
Got my foot on the gas
I been up for three days
Don't know how to relax
I was chasin the cash
Always finishing first
But I pray that I last
Is that to much to ask?
She was slim in the waste
But thick in the ass
Baby God damn
I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They pray that I'm dead
But I'm back made a deal with the reaper
I'm running the game
Boy y'all should just stick to the bleachers
I'm iced out I'm iced out like I just popped out of the freezer
I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They call me hot headed
You'd think I was running a fever
She says I'm her everything
Hope she don't think I believe her
I'm so cold I'm so cold like I just popped out of the freezer!
Your girl said the boy got a nice flow
But I don't catch feelings
I fight those
These hoes get missed
Like typos
Murda ever beat
I'm a muthaf*ckin psycho
My eyes getting low
But my minds woke
Tired of the Haters
I don't like those
Cuzo thinks that I should take the high ride
That's a great idea I can push em off a Tightrope
Switch flows
Damn the kids cold
Took so many shots up in the club
I started panic at the disco
Tip toe
With my lips closed
Headed to the top I heard they sleepin on me so I left a pillow
Shout out to the days ones
Pray y'all never change up
I'ma hold us down so we can stay up
And
Shout out to the fake ones
I can not relate but
You say my name so much I'm feeling famous
Bitch

I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They pray that I'm dead
But I'm back made a deal with the reaper
I'm running the game
Boy y'all should just stick to the bleachers
I'm iced out I'm iced out like I just popped out of the freezer
I'm fighting with Angel's and demons cuz I don't trust neither
They call me hot headed,
You'd think I was running a fever
She says I'm her everything
Hope she don't think I believe her
I'm so cold I'm so cold like I just popped out of the freezer