Ghetto Angels

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I just gotta feel that hoe
No cap, gang
DoubleM gang
I know my ghetto angels watching over me
As I pray and ask the lord for my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot dead and gone
Got so much pain hurting me
I can’t get no sleep
But I know my ghetto angels watching over me
Yeah I know my ghetto angels watching over me
Until the end of time you gotta ride
If I call you my little brother then you gotta slide
Don’t give a f*ck we gon stick up and might catch homicides
To tell the trust ain’t been the same since my little brother died
You wonder why a nigga going so hard
Every fucking day
Gotta make the money gotta stack it every single way
I’m talking about everyday and every week, gotta go hard
Everyday I’m in the stu. know I’m going hard
Can’t tell no lie I swear to God I miss my dead homies
I know some bitches that will take the wheel and steel from me
Hang with them killers so you better watch how you approach me
Not tryna die young so I’m posted with this lead on me
I had to tell my little shawty don’t panic
This ain’t the titanic
But me and my crew, we do damage
I stole her heart like a bandit
And my little shawty a savage
Yeah she classy and ratchet
No rubber band she elastic
I like it natural not plastic
And ima keep going
Got my twin on the side of me
In the studio, know we working up right on the beats
Yeah on the beats
Late night, we creep
We make sure that we eat
You gon sow what you reap
Snakes in the grass but it feels like the mower broke
I’m letting the hammer go
Talk all that shit nigga we can stand toe to toe
Yeah we can go blow for blow
I’m in my bag, a young nigga want some more
I’m letting the Tommy go
Hopped off the porch started writing some songs
These niggas hate cuz I won’t put them on
Yeah
R.I.P. my cousin Malvin you know say
R.I.P. Lélé, R.I.P. Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland
Long Live Man-Man
R.I.P. Huey
I know my ghetto angels watching over me
As I pray and ask the lord for my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake I know my soul be free
Cuz I’ve been hoping by that time that you’ll come rescue me
Lost my little cousin to the weapons
One shot dead and gone
Got so much pain hurting me
I can’t get no sleep
But I know my ghetto angels watching over me
Yeah I know my ghetto angels watching over me
Until the end of time you gotta ride
If I call you my little brother then you gotta slide
Don’t give a f*ck we gon stick up and might catch homicides
To tell the trust ain’t been the same since my little brother died
You wonder why a nigga going so hard
Every fucking day
Gotta make the money gotta stack it every single way
I’m talking about everyday and every week, gotta go hard
Everyday I’m in the stu. know I’m going hard

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