ANGELS - JiMMY BRiCKZ, FAIZA

I was out there on my own and I had to get it

Poppa never coming home momma in the kitchen

My girl sleep alone at night and she started bitching

Ain’t got time for the chilling and they started tripping

Cause I was moving on the road tryna clock my digits

Praying up to god hoping he would grant my wishes

Watching out for the snakes tryna steal my blessings

And I be smoking to the face jus to deal with stressing

I’m tryna come in 1st place I can’t deal with 2nd

They locked Dingo up gave em a couple years for weapons

Wise niggas learn from others and I learnd my lesson

If we brothers thn we brothers you ain’t gotta question

I told Rocko we gon make a mil

Build it all on our own fuck a label deal

Only eating what you bringing to the table still

Started off a dream and we turned around and made it real

I told Tez we was going to the bread

Cutting off loose ends is how we gon get ahead

Servin all these bags got me swerving from the feds

With a trunk full of gas and the dollars in my head

I told my momma that ya son gon be a star

Put her inside of the wraith let her look up at the stars

I can’t be a worker man I gotta be in charge

Living large it’s still fuck 43 man free da dogs

I can’t lie dawg this shit drove me crazy

Almost pushed me to edge but I got friends that page me

Old girl popping up talking about a baby

She tryna have it now told me she can’t do no waiting

I told her to be patient I can’t let the game change me

Just always stay solid and make sure you don’t betray me

Real nigga going brazy

Living by the same code and still fuck you pay me

That’s my only option

Had to get it out the mud had to get it popping

Put my 10 toes down and I’m never stopping

And I know that we blessed we got angels watching

We be on a mission

A lot of people hear you talking but they never listen

Brenden gave me all the game cause he got all the wisdom

If it ain’t SmashMouth then it ain’t a competition

We the ones with them backwoods bottle sipping

We the ones with the sauce ye we got it dripping

We the ones putting on we was in the trenches

All these sins got me still asking for forgiveness

You could be the victim or you could be the witness

I’m the killa with the aim and I’m neva missing

All these bands u gon watch em turn ya friend against ya

Dealing with the devil daily jus don’t let em tempt ya

I seen cancer kill family members

Smoking dope till I choke and I can’t remember

Blind faith got me following the leader

Drinking henny by the litre in the winter with the heater

With my bad Mamacita and she gotta tuck the nina

Dope all in the stash used to chop it by the cleaners

Birds in the trap got em singing like Aretha

Never going back cuz the top gotta reach it

I spit ether make you feel through the speakers

Make you feel it in ya soul creeping up through ya sneakers

I ain’t never told a soul I ain’t never speaking

But when it get cold you could feel the devil reaching