Angel (feat. KidTokio & jsphth3rd)

Yeah,shit

okay, would you rather die or lick the bullet in the eye

I got like thirty in the chamber and like forty on my side

I be riding with the carbon on the back of the bus

And I be walking through the mud bitch

I be walking through struts bitch

I be walking through struggle

I be fighting the odds even blood out the muzzle

I been back on the road tell my mama I ain't home

I been working way to much she told me son pick up the phone

Well shit

I tried to call you back,

but my phone was going dead

Text ya son, just be great,dont let that shit get to your head

AND YOU WHERE RIGHT, I let that shit get to my head

No more eating out the bowls,

No more tucking in the bed

No more jumping out the room

wondering how i'll get to school

No MORE heat to ask you questions

LIKE CAN WE HIT THE POOL

No more struggles left to give

Mama said she be alright

Nome backseat convocations

NO MORE RIDING ON MY BIKE SHII

I'm an angel to the game they know that I been looking over it

Down playing my game and my feel man I'm over it

Throw you off your high like on drugs man I so put them

Threezy back on my grind

But then man it's over then

Talk about falling off wait till I'm older then

Off the float front man

They know I'm over them

Wanna beef bruh on the mic

I'm a soldier then

Trade my words for money

Like I'm holding up the golden pen

I must be an angel

Look how I bless this beat

They know that Joseph Cookin'

Want the recipe

To all the legends out there

Rest in peace

The way I open doors

Open sesame

Let me be your angel

Let me see your angle

The way that y'all be rappin' man it gotta be shameful

Listen back on songs it gotta be painful

The way to the top, man you got to be greatful