| Yeah, didn’t write this song, but I’m recordin' with this lead on me
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| Know it sound strange, but I’ma die for all my dead homies
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| Nobody really know how he feels
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| I always thought that you would be here
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| Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
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| I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
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| Tryna convince me to get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
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| I’d be lyin' if I didn’t say I really miss my dawgs
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| It’s so much of pain in us, always feel like I’m givin' up
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| It ain’t the same no more, death brought me anger
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| I’m followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
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| Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
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| Yeah, why did you leave?
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| If you was here, how would it be?
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| Oh, oh
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| I’m protected by these ghetto angels
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| Oh, woah
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| I’m protected by the hood gangsters
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| Yeah
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| Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
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| The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
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| You was probably tryna catch a sale
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| Damn, you should’ve stayed in jail, yeah
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| This rap shit been fuckin' with my ego
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| How the fuck I couldn’t save 'em? |
| I’m neighborhood hero
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| Your main homie actin' strange, I’m tryna know what he know
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| And it’s crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
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| Phone ring an hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
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| I guess since we didn’t take him
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| He went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
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| I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
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| I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
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| Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
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| Don’t say you feel my pain, it’s way more than stress, yeah
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| I can swipe for bodies with my credit, yeah
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| Fred took 17 like JJ Redick
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| Yeah, my music for the streets, so fuck a Grammy
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| Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny
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| Yeah, didn’t write this song, but I’m recordin' with this lead on me
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| Know it sound strange, but I’ma die for all my dead homies
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| Nobody really know how he feels
|
| I always thought that you would be here
|
| Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
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| I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
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| Tryna convince me to get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
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| I’d be lyin' if I didn’t say I really miss my dawgs
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| It’s so much of pain in us, always feel like I’m givin' up
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| It ain’t the same no more, death brought me anger
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| I’m followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
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| Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
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| Yeah, why did you leave?
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| If you was here, how would it be?
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| Oh, oh
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| I’m protected by these ghetto angels
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| Oh, woah
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| I’m protected by the hood gangsters |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Angels , by - NoCap. Song from the album The Hood Dictionary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп