Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Angels, artist - NoCap. Album song The Backend Child, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Ghetto Angels |
| 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 |
| 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 |