Angels

You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!
You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!

Angels
Standin' on my shoulders with the halos
Feel like I could walk across the rainbow
Ain't no
Holdin' us down
Want my name in the clouds
What the fuck you think I came for?
They know
E'y line I drop
Straight fuego
Like the bottom of volcanoes
Who could top the prophet
Getting profits with the flame flo'?
You tell me, ain't it all about the pesos?
They broke
So of course
They want the queso
Tat' been grinding for a minute
Tryna make dough
Get a piece of pie
When you boss with the sauce
So all the little whores
Wanna toss him the box
That's crazy
I ain't know they worked at lil Ceasar's
All hot & ready
Tryna be my lil divas
All hot & sweaty
Want Young Tat to lift their feet up
And get up in between 'em
And make her an achievement

You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!
You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!

I can feel the weight, on my shoulders
And my back
Of the soldiers in the pack
Who done fallen in the past
I remember, all their training
All their fame and all they bragged
I remember, all their faces,
All their sayings
All their swag
I remember, all the favors
That they ever did for Tat
And the saddest part about it
I could never pay 'em back
That's hard, I know
Look how hard I go
Tryna make sure that I carry both our loads
Won't stop, til I conquer
And represent it proper
With enough dough to make sure we all prosper
Tate'll make sure
That I keep the flame going
And maintain growth
'Til the whole world knows
What I came here for
Real tears fall, off the face of an OG
Guaranteed to proceed
Life goes on
It's a never ending story
So I hope, after my scene
They applaud me

You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!
You're gonna fly
You heard
But
You gotta try
A little harder
You're gonna fly
Just work
A little hard
A little harder, baby!

I can feel the wings
As they're growing on my back
Getting much stronger
Look at how they flap
Feeling like a King
I got Brooklyn on my back
I got every single MC's
Flow in my bag
I collect 'em like that
Why you think I can adapt?
I'm like Bruce Lee
Nigga, this is Jeet Kune Rap
My flow is the water
The cup is the track
I follow the form
And I fill up the cracks
So
When they come together
Only magic finna happen
Water can flow
Or
Water can crash and
I been a Storm
So
Peep how I'm passin'
E'ybody
Laughin'
See how I'm clashin'?
Crashin'
Right through ya party
With the splashin'
Backhand
Right to ya bodyguard
Glass chin
Bastard!
Shoulda known
Not to test me
Young SB
Messenger
For the streets!