Ghetto Angels
Nocap
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Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies Nobody really know how he feels I always thought that you would be here Why do I always question God, but I never pray? I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous Yeah, why did you leave? If you was here, how would it be? Oh, whoa I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah) Oh, whoa I'm protected by the hood gangsters Yeah Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself? The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt You was probably tryna catch a sale Damn, you should've stayed in jail Yeah This rap shit been fuckin' with my ego How the f*ck I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred Phone ring a hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead I guess since we didn't take him, he went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah Made it out the hood, way more than blessed Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah Fred took 17 like JJ Redick Yeah, my music for the streets, so f*ck a Grammy Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny Didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies Nobody really know how he feels I always thought that you would be here Why do I always question God, but I never pray? I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous Yeah, why did you leave? If you was here, how would it be? Oh, whoa I'm protected by these ghetto angels (yeah) Oh, whoa I'm protected by the hood gangsters
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Written by: Julius McCormack, Kobe Crawford, Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Melvin Coleman
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, NUDEUNDERMYCLOTHES, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., GREAT DAYNE, LLC
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