Ghetto Angels SONG LYRICS

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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 feelsI 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, woah 
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 
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 
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, woah 
I'm protected by the hood gangsters

Ghetto Angels - NoCap Song Lyrics

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 feelsI 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, woah
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
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
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, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangsters

Ghetto Angels song lyrics