Angel

Lyrics

Smoke DZA: Right, right, what up Rich? is DZA, uh I'm dead fresh already all i need is the wings Some big bamboos and ima do my thing Tell a heckler go to hell They be blowing mines Take em to church with this heaven sent flow of mines [x3] Blessed niggas with bars, on some deacon shit Its father MC who you speaking with Judas ass niggas i be beefing with (?) messing with the (?) angel on some geekin shit But fuck it this is America you got the right to You high up wit you (?) but its a sour D cypher over here Nothing but bom bom in the joints and Now you're feeling like bro bro I'm disappointed Ready to kill yourself ain't you? Nigga you'll nеver see an angel (?) been raw in this shit, suicide linеs Nigga its do or die time, what up Ricky Hil: Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2) They say sleep is the cousin of the devil I'm waking up to nightmare's under my stress I got a QP of kush i ain't smoking to stress I be talking it (?) she be open at best Now look, white chucks dirty beat up leather Ima hippie i be down for whatever And she'll do whatever i tell her to And i'll be fucking in a (?) Baby i got a needle to your heart You can't move cause you'll bleed from the floor Pay dues cause i played my part DZA it ain't high it ain't sitting on mars [x2] Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)