Ghetto Angels

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 to 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
 Yeah, why did you leave?
 If you was here, how would it be?
 Oh, oh
 I'm protected by these ghetto angels
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by the hood gangsters
 Yeah
 Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
 The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
 You was probably tryna catch a sale
 Damn, you should've stayed in jail, yeah
 This rap shit been fuckin' with my ego
 How the fuck I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
 Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know
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 And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
 Phone ring an hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
 I guess since we didn't take him
 He went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
 I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
 I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
 Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
 Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah
 I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah
 Fred took 17 like JJ Redick
 Yeah, my music for the streets, so fuck a Grammy
 Tubes and breathing machines, how I see my granny
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 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 to 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
 Yeah, why did you leave?
 If you was here, how would it be?
 Oh, oh
 I'm protected by these ghetto angels
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by the hood gangsters