Angelo Mota Vendetta (feat. Jon Waltz)
[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
Yeah, sim simma
The nights get dimmer, the ice still shimmer
The lights still flicker, dome keep spinning
My home seem different, I can't come get you
I might ride with you
Goodbye, good riddance, the mind keep pounding
A line like riddim, godlike vision
I write my scripture, I wash my linens
Bitch get up
My high won't let up
This time bomb is a lifelong vendetta
Can't imagine what it take to lift my head up
They never gon' get us
It's all set up for this falling out
We just want an out, they might not let us
So I set on a nice lil level
A slice of heaven, I might not get on
[Chorus: Jon Waltz]
Feet don't fail me now
Cause it feels like heaven, right now
Next minute I'll be screaming out the rooftops
I'm in a bad mood, yeah
Spit at you like Tupac
I been feeling rude, yeah
I been feeling rude
[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
She got a bad attitude and chew Doublemint
Fuck a handshake, finger lace, need a covenant
Which risks can a man take before the punishment
Hard time trusting all my lovers and the government
If I made a dime, all my brothers know I cut em in
I think it was the what if's and maybes that prolly done em in
Few months ago, I know I said that I'd be done again
I took a second, f..cked it out, I'm saying I'm the one again
Here I go, walk a tightrope with a gun in hand
You prolly knew me as the funny man
You never laughed until your ass knew me as the money man
A hundred thousand cash ain't stop the tragedy from coming in
And nothing's fun again
It's right before the crash you start to think about the sun again
And how you spent the last two hundred days inside the past
And had the present kick your ass, the future you gon' need a supplement
You screaming bad luck, and you ain't even know you summoned it