Ricky Hil - Angel lyrics

Smoke DZA: Right, right, what up Rich? is DZA, uh I'm dead fresh already all i need is the wings Some big bamboos and ima do my thing Tell a heckler go to hell They be blowing mines Take em to church with this heaven sent flow of mines {x3} Blessed ni**as with bars, on some deacon sh*t Its father MC who you speaking with Judas ass ni**as i be beefing with (?) messing with the (?) angel on some geekin sh*t But fu*k it this is America you got the right to You high up wit you (?) but its a sour D cypher over here Nothing but bom bom in the joints and Now you're feeling like bro bro I'm disappointed Ready to kill yourself ain't you? ni**a you'll nеver see an angel (?) been raw in this sh*t, suicide linеs ni**a its do or die time, what up Ricky Hil: Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2) They say sleep is the cousin of the devil I'm waking up to nightmare's under my stress I got a QP of kush i ain't smoking to stress I be talking it (?) she be open at best Now look, white chucks dirty beat up leather Ima hippie i be down for whatever And she'll do whatever i tell her to And i'll be fu*king in a (?) Baby i got a needle to your heart You can't move cause you'll bleed from the floor Pay dues cause i played my part DZA it ain't high it ain't sitting on mars {x2} Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)