Coming up in the Holy City
Got Treys, Doughs and Rickey′s
Making it out is iffyWord 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
