An angel an immortal spiritual creature attendant upon God.
An angel a guardian sent to overlook echoes

(Verse 1)
Ay yo for you crooked cops the thug life lookin nox
Wife cooking rocks I m on lookout but couldn t watch
It s terrible the scenario got me going till it s burial
Kept it stereo so we buried him with his radio
Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys
Left his head a hole in the frontwith no backpiece
I m stressin some voices on both sides of my head
One says"chill" the other s like"them niggas gotta be dead"
Instead we all went to they block bout to flip on a clip
The full clip in my shitand tight grip on the pit
The serious slowthem kids was curious and shook
like"who s that with the clenched fist tryin to pinch the crook?"
"Who killed my man last week? Y all niggas is askedmanspeak!"
Before I could shoot this old man put his hands on my damn heat
He said"I was sent as your guardianyou re the only one that can see me
Killing him won t bring your friend back to lifesonbelieve me"

(Chorus)
I m your Angel
You re my Angel

(Verse 2)
YoI m in the cribhighlazyblastin my new Jay-Z
Shorty I fuck with starts buzzin my hip crazy
Call her back"You horny again??" lemme find out
She s crying all hysterical I couldn t get a line out
Said her baby father wrecklessjealous over the necklace
Beat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus
"ShortyI m over theresit stilljust chill"
In the Ac pedal floored with the gat onboard
That s when I heard"You willing to meet the law for a broad?"
What the...Grabbed my heat"Who the FUCK in my back seat?"
He said"Be coolniggaright now you a foolnigga
Pass it up cuz she might be settin your ass up or what
You and son bump headsget to clappin
Get locked up for life and it could ve been avoided
But your male pride destroyed iteager to bust chrome
You need to bust a U-eysonand go the FUCK back home."

(Chorus)

What should I do to this kid right here?
This kid right here is softman.
Bitch ass niggawatch thiswatch this...

(Verse 3)
This kid ran up on the nextattempting to front on him yo
Got so close to money s face looked like he put his toungue on him
Blew the blunt on himswung on himspit a lung on him
Taking money s stuff off himheard "Ayoget the fuck off him!"
Get off him? Who dat? Who said thatYOU black?
"Yeahgive his jewels backput ya tool back you fuckin new jack.
You ain t gon use that you re a cool cattrying to rep
And I know you ?? goin to do something you re gon regret what?
Don t forget it s daylightnot late nightlook 8 flights up
She s Jake s wifesnake typebetter take flight word?
or feel the snake biteright? Bet you didn t even see her
Cat with the reefer peeped hershitI didn t see her either
On the phone rattin youpointin at you like a statue
Get rid of the gatdudeout my face before I smack you"
He laughed coolput it downtook aim again
Walking back he said hey my friendwhat s your name again?

(Chorus x2)

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