Angel Girl’s EP (Revised) [2023]

With every flow,

I swear,

I ask that the clouted

hush up, just vibe wit me

I represent them righteous princesses-

:PRODUCTs

OF POVERTY

I guess lately ive been stressing shit, wondering if they’ll rock wit me…

Worried if i take em up top, will they save a spot for me ?

Or has the city cynical eye-zed my mind?

That truth is hard for me; bullets

like the tears in your eyes

all those times you’d cry

and never thought i’d see

So premature throughout the years,

How could i not surpass my peers ?

I wish i told myself back then,

“no matter what girl, you pure ferocity”.

From this point on, I move wit a certain je ne sais quoi to me

Sanctified subtleties; cross my t’s

and dot my i’s

then

I

Rise

like that girl Robyn

Renaissance mami, They hollin,

“Rapunzel, let out da block for me”

Revenge is in the comets, so if im ignoring all the comments

its cuz i know that God gon block em

and they dont stop

i know its hard to see, i know he like the art in me…

Some bitches say I aint all that, i think they proud of me. probably still fighting the truth, cant stand the honesty

Long as Nicki love me, word to my pen- its just the Barb in me

Itty bitty piggy, im piggybacking the God you seek

Maybe deep down, im afraid

of my sensuosity

Like when I see these dudes on the ave,

Hope they dont bother me

Forced to hide my worth cause these niggas be buggin-

Give him conversation, he thinking we fuckin- bugging.

I be tucking my dreams away from the shade of the public

Cause these days, If it aint trendin, nobody gon love it-

But fuck it…

Word momentum like Kilauea in crimson flames

Not a game but the wordplay like san andreas,

swear it-

be bussin; eruptin

I dont joke when it comes to talent, thats one

thing i refuse

I know hoes that betrayed they sisters, just to be in some views

Could never be me.

If word is bond,

then my soul

is gon forever be free

Heaven called; we talked private,

im the closest thing to heaven you’ll see

The girl’s official.

R O C ‘s finest, offical tissue

I rose from concrete- cant fail even with all the bristles

What can I say when they dont wish me well?

Im from da Roc; wit every good, comes some sort of hell..