Ghetto Angels (feat. Lil Durk & Jagged Edge) [Remix]

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

Why did you leave?

If you was here, how would it be?

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by these ghetto angels

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by the hood gangstas

When the streets don't show you love, that feelin' a bitch, ain't it?

When a **** die, the world make fun, that feelin' sick, ain't it?

I'm from Chicago where they turn your death date to an occasion

You hear the same shit when a **** die, they say it's under investigation

You'll find the killer who killed my cousin, find the killer who killed Kenneka Jenkins

That's why they slide without thinkin', nobody safe when I'm breathin' (Oh)

I'm the voice of the streets, I ain't tryna be the big homie

Other cities got structure, Chicago ain't got big homies

Havin' your gun on you everyday, that shit don't mean shit, don't it?

It's who got the ups first, my cousin died with a stick on him

I don't see no lies in here, I feel like cryin' in here

He spent his life on securities, he got life, he cryin' for real

He say I'll give you this pain through

They lost they souls to the streets, but they my ghetto angels

NoCap, the streets wanna hear me on this remix, they wanna hear my pain, too

I seen Amir's body in Miami, I text, "I hope this ain't you"

I wanna call and say

Why did you leave?

If you was here, how would it be?

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by these ghetto angels (By these angels, yeah)

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by the hood gangstas (All my gangstas)

I thank God that I'm still here

I'm faced with all the bull-ish

Maybe lessons from the pulpit

Are the blessings from the highest

Yeah, you just don't know, no

You should never have to see your homie drop, that's a lot

When you walkin' for this life, who knows when it stops

Oh, no

No, oh

Gotta give it straight, true with no chase

And I never question God, I know it's a better place

I know it's a marathon, not just a race

Can't wait to see the looks on all my homies' faces

Can't wait until the day that we embrace, oh

Ooh, whoa

Can't wait until the day that we embrace (Ooh, oh)

Yeah, why did you leave?

If you was here, how would it be?

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by these ghetto angels

Oh, whoa

I'm protected by the hood gangstas (All my gangstas)

Yeah, yeah

Oh, whoa