Angel's Cry
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Oh, let me talk to my brother
Hold on, let me talk to my brother
I need an angel from up above to hear a nigga vent
I got a feelin' they gon' change 'cause they keep throwin' hints
A born sinner, I'm not perfect, far from heaven-sent
Was ridin' in a Stolo
It was two doors while the windows tinted and
whoever said that the gs don't cry well that's a fuckin' lie
Don't really like to give out love because my loved ones died
Them lonely days up in my room don't wanna go outside
Rollin' wit' my brother, right or wrong, NO, we ain't pickin' sides
Was traumatized from this lifestyle, I witnessed a killin'
Smoke on these drugs, geeked out my mind while starin' at the ceiling
I got some nigga's in the street, they find that shit appealing
Numb to the pain my loved ones brought to me,
I don't have no feelin's,
shots to the neck, they left Tay dead and took my Fam away
Fuck all that cryin', let's take a trip, I'm tryna slide today
I swear to God, I'll chase your killer till I see an
early grave but I'd be Goddamned if a nigga see an early grave
Overthinking situations, killin' my happiness, shit keeps happenin'
Fucked up in the head,
we was spinnin' blocks back to back
and why these killin's keep happenin'?
I need an angel from up above to hear a nigga vent
I got a feelin' they gon' change 'cause they keep throwin' hints
A born sinner, I'm not perfect, far from heaven-sent
Was ridin' in a Stolo
It was two door while the windows tinted and
whoever said thugs don't cry well that's a fuckin' lie
Don't really like giving out love because my loved ones died
Learnin' from my brother in these
streets, don't make the same mistakes
Down bad on my dick, depend on God, they said he'd make a way
I won't be a victim in these streets, I'll catch a murder case
Eighteen and I'm fuckin' rich,
I'm fuckin' bitches movin' state to state
Remember bitches was carryin' us like Derek Jeter
I won't get close to nobody 'cause I be losin' people
They filled my homie with hollows, so I carry two heaters
Bitch I'm a man, not a follower, I need to lead 'em
I don't know, I feel like at some point in your life,
it's gon',it's like, gon' be use normal it's normal to be alone
The more I get up the more I realize that shit
I need an angel from up above to hear a nigga vent
Got a feelin' they gon' change 'cause they keep throwin' hints
A born sinner, I'm not perfect, far from heaven-sent
Was riding in a Stolo
It was two doors while the windows tinted and
whoever said thugs don't cry well that's a fucking lie
Dobt really like to give out love because my loved ones died
Rollin' wit' my brother, right or wrong, NO, we ain't pickin' sides
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