Angels Calling

I know I make momma mad, some the things that I say
I know that momma sad, in all the the things that I pray
Now I'm dropping out of school, they told me grow up behave
Hey hey hey hey
Don't come out late, as they gon clip you for your foolishness
I ain't bout say it, but I made up, for some stupid shit
Mike Amiri checkers on the Jean, that ain't nothing
Young Nigga ain't that really something
We came from the dessert, ain't no Egypt this ain't Pakistan
We ain't reppin Taliban
My niggas come from Mali, you must understand
Save your toughness, that shit never really could've phased us
Allen iverson, y'all sending shots, but y'all can't play us
This shit top tier, they told me I should stop here, I know I'd dissapoint up on my angels
It's been a hard year, me and my brothers all here
We sacrificin daily tryna save us

Said we was meant for this
Ain't no more comments, til them guys they really send for us
Been tapping out, I'm talking fans done really fend for us
Only the family, never let no strangers mess with us

Told my bros were reachin excellence
God been blessing me so i can bless the rest
Unhhh
We've been searching for the treasure chest
Climbing mountains, barely everrest
Un unhhh

The way they look at me
Been plotting on my my every move, since I was seventeen
It really ain't been too easy
Borrowing money from my sister, job could barely feed me
And all the nights I spent alone, just staring at the tv
Depressionistic battles, sought some clarity, in them vvs
Fell in love w skies, cuz all my people there the they feel me
It took the right amount time, now there they go, they tryna be me

Unh unh

Now it's my turn
I ain't saying it ain't been, it's just what learned
My world keep growing everyday, I keep my eye turnt
Mashallah, I'm praising god, for all my guys here

And we just been up on the road
Found a place we calling home

You want doubt, let's get it on
I got my angels on the phone



Credits
Writer(s): Thierno Berethe
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