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 front, with 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 shit, and tight grip on the pit

The serious slow, them 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 asked, man, speak!"

Before I could shoot this old man put his hands on my damn heat

He said, "I was sent as your guardian, you're the only one that can see me

Killing him won't bring your friend back to life, son, believe me"



(Chorus)

I'm your Angel

You're my Angel



(Verse 2)

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' 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 wreckless, jealous over the necklace

Beat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus

"Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, just 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 cool, nigga, right now you a fool, nigga

Pass it up, 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up or what

You and son bump heads, get to clappin'

Get locked up for life and it could've been avoided

But your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chrome

You need to bust a U-ey, son, and go the FUCK back home."



(Chorus)



What should I do to this kid right here?

This kid right here is soft, man.

Bitch ass nigga, watch this, watch this...



(Verse 3)

This kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him [yo]

Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on him

Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him

Taking money's stuff off him, heard "Ayo, get the fuck off him!"

Get off him? Who dat? Who said that, YOU black?

"Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack.

You ain't gon' use that you're a cool cat, trying to rep

And I know you ?? goin' to do something you're gon' regret [what?]

Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up

She's Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight [word?]

or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't even see her

Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either

On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a statue

Get rid of the gat, dude, out my face before I smack you"

He laughed cool, put it down, took aim again

Walking back he said hey my friend, what's your name again?



(Chorus x2