Angels Cry

Gotta make it out the hood
This for my family
I been talking to the lord
Like do you hear me
I aint even have a dime i'm talking barely
Shit was scary
They treating people unfairly
I'm from a city where
All you hear is murder
I been through some shit
That you prolly aint never heard of
No i can't lack
So i'm going out with my burner
Wish i could rely on my wishes like timmy turner

Gotta make it out the hood
Make sure my momma good
I need that new benz coupe
So i could drop the hood
They say look what friends do
I wish a nigga would
He tried to run
I put a whole in 1
Like tiger woods
Brody with me
He gon pull up in that g-ride
In that g-ride
Them niggas they know how we slide
From the east side
My nigga don't like to beatbox
He say it's smoke
We gon clean him up
Like some detox

Gotta make it out the hood
This for my family
I been talking to the lord
Like do you hear me
I aint even have a dime i'm talking barely
Shit was scary
They treating people unfairly
I'm from a city where
All u hear is murder
I been through some shit
That you prolly aint never heard of
No i can't lack
So i'm going out with my burner
Wish i could rely on my wishes like timmy turner

Wish i could rely on my wishes
I need that audemar
Remember i wasn't getting no chicken
Now i'm in foreign cars
Bitches show you love from a distance
Thats why I call them broads
Spent like 20k on my pendant
I be in all the stores
Ugh
Cruising inna i95
And I be speeding
Brand new track hawk jeep
This ain't a demon
Louboutin on my feet you left me bleeding
Don't say you love me
Give me a reason



Credits
Writer(s): Shyheim Murdaugh
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