Coming up in the Holy City

Got Treys, Doughs and Rickey′s

Making it out is iffyWord to Tecklenberg

I think we need some

Angels

Riding passenger and she's pretty

Nice ass and titties all wrapped together in Vicky′s she's my

Babygirl that's my

Angel

.40 on my lap yeah I′m strapped

Paranoid ′cuz I'm young and I′m black

Ain't too many routes making it out

I chose rap

Said I was gonna leave my mark on the world

And this that

I′ve seen the vision

Got on beats to beat the system

Spit that dope shit

Some of my fan's teeth is missing

On bended knee taking to God

I need forgiveness

Say thank you

′Cuz I am who I am, but He knows I ain't a

Angel

Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking

Angel

Yeah you know I ain′t no motherfucking

Angel

Yeah you know I ain′t no motherfucking

Angel

Yeah you know I ain't no motherfucking

Angel

I live my life one step away from death

I want more but I′ve got so much with less

I drew the plans and crept

They ain't know we was coming

The cake′s been baked

Spent like four years in the oven

The fake handshakes and smiles all come with the game

The shucking and jiving

Slaves with invisible chains

Hate to see another come up

I've got one up

Friends turn to enemies but that don′t stop the hunger

It's probably nothing

But paranoia's got me gun clutching

In sex

My girlfriend be thinking that I′m bugging

But shit′s real

It's becoming harder to sit still

I′ve mastered this shit still

It's like my sixth skill

Fuck letting a bridge build, I don′t trust others

Don't call me bro unless we′re blood brothers

I mean

I got hot, I had people steaming

I didn't drop, I had people fiending

I turned to God so I could flee from demons

I chose life with a deeper meaning, shit

But I ain't a motherfuckin

Angel

Yeah you know I ain′t no motherfucking

Angel

Yeah you know I ain′t no motherfucking

Angel