Angel

Coming up in the Holy City Got Treys, Doughs and Rickey's Making it out is iffy Word to Tecklenberg I think we need some Angels Riding passenger and she's pretty Nice ass and titties all wrapped together in Vicky's she's my Babygirl that's my Angel .40 on my lap yeah I'm strapped Paranoid 'cuz I'm young and I'm black Ain't too many routes making it out I chose rap Said I was gonna leave my mark on the world And this that I've seen the vision Got on beats to beat the system Spit that dope shit Some of my fan's teeth is missing On bended knee taking to God I need forgiveness Say thank you 'Cuz I am who I am, but He knows I ain't a Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel I live my life one step away from death I want more but I've got so much with less I drew the plans and crept They ain't know we was coming The cake's been baked Spent like four years in the oven The fake handshakes and smiles all come with the game The shucking and jiving Slaves with invisible chains Hate to see another come up I've got one up Friends turn to enemies but that don't stop the hunger It's probably nothing But paranoia's got me gun clutching In sex My girlfriend be thinking that I'm bugging But shit's real It's becoming harder to sit still I've mastered this shit still It's like my sixth skill Fuck letting a bridge build, I don't trust others Don't call me bro unless we're blood brothers I mean I got hot, I had people steaming I didn't drop, I had people fiending I turned to God so I could flee from demons I chose life with a deeper meaning, shit But I ain't a motherfuckin Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking Angel