Ghetto Angels (feat. Lil Durk & Jagged Edge) - Remix

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
 Why did you leave?
 If you was here, how would it be?
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by these ghetto angels
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by the hood gangstas
 When the streets don't show you love, that feelin' a bitch, ain't it?
 When a nigga die, the world make fun, that feelin' sick, ain't it?
 I'm from Chicago where they turn your death date to an occasion
 You hear the same shit when a nigga die they say it's under investigation
 You'll find the killer who killed my cousin, find the killer who killed Kenneka Jenkins
 That's why they slide without thinkin', nobody safe when I'm breathin' (oh)
 I'm the voice of the streets, I ain't tryna be the big homie
 Other cities got structure, Chicago ain't got big homies
 Havin' your gun on you everyday, that shit don't mean shit, don't it?
 It's who got the ups first, my cousin died with a stick on him
 I don't see no lies in here, I feel like cryin' in here
 He spent his life on securities, he got life, he cryin' for real
 He say I'll give you this pain through
 They lost they souls to the streets, but they my ghetto angels
 NoCap, the streets wanna hear me on this remix, they wanna hear my pain too
 I seen Amir's body in Miami, I text, "I hope this ain't you"
 I wanna call and say...
 Why did you leave?
 If you was here, how would it be?
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by these ghetto angels (by these angels, yeah)
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by the hood gangstas (yeah, all my gangstas)
 I thank God that I'm still here
 I'm faced with all the bull-ish
 Maybe lessons from the pulpit
 Are the blessings from the highest
 Yeah, you just don't know, no
 You should never have to see your homie drop, that's a lot
 When you walkin' for this life, who knows when it stops
 Who knows?
 Who knows?
 Gotta give it straight, true with no chase
 I never question God, I know it's a better place
 I know it's a marathon, not just a race
 Can't wait to see the looks on all my homies' faces
 Can't wait until the day that we embrace (oh)
 (Ooh, whoa)
 Can't wait until the day that we embrace (ooh, oh)
 Yeah, why did you leave?
 If you was here, how would it be?
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by these ghetto angels
 Oh, whoa
 I'm protected by the hood gangstas (all my gangstas)
 (Yeah, yeah)
 (Oh, whoa)