Ang3ls

(Aye Aye Aye Aye)
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

Not me I cannot save you
Line busy call back later
All of my G's got Angels
All of my G's make paper

Nah fam we don't relate
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)
Man come from a different place
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

Not me I cannot save you
Line busy call back later
All of my G's got Angels
All of my G's make paper

Nah fam we don't relate
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)
Man come from a different place
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

I tell them give me that cake and custard
Thighs get spread like mustard
I bob and I weave through customs
I'm in Thailand bunnin' in public
When I touch down it's a lick
Big spliff in my hand and it's lit
Man dem letting off random
No telling who the shells might hit
All I got in this world is
My word and my soul
Cah my Gran came here on a boat
Survival mode we get it and go
Wash drug money with soap
And I fly through the ends like a bird in the snow
Youngers beef off area codes
They're saying to me
Where you been where'd you go
Don't try it I know that you know
I'm tryna get my money in binary code
Put a couple G in crypto
All of my life I've been treading on ice
But G's never treading on tip toes
Fly to Dubai for the week
Chidi pick me up in a Jeep
Black man living like sheiks
Airplane Mode
All you hear is the beeps

Not me I cannot save you
Line busy call back later
All of my G's got Angels
All of my G's make paper

Nah fam we don't relate
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)
Man come from a different place
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

Not me I cannot save you
Line busy call back later
All of my G's got Angels
All of my G's make paper

Nah fam we don't relate
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)
Man come from a different place
(Aye Aye Aye Aye)

Look man already took that thesis
They don't even know what deep is
Man's in a spiritual war
I stay woke I don't know what sleep is
My main ting look like Reeces
Your girl look like Jeepers Creepers
I got a weakness for thick thighs and peaches
Nails in my back like leeches
My teacher's told me I wouldn't be shit
Now most black boys can relate
I was 17 up in estates
Playing hide and seek with the Jakes
Now i'm in Spain on stage
Sativa haze to lighten my rage
And at my age the pain hit different
When friend and a Opp both got the same face
Now i'm upping the rates
While cutting a head of a snake
I don't even know what to say
Guilt and shame fill up my veins
Courvoisier kill out my brain
Letting off steam like trains
Living in clouds like planes
Spirits protect me
I light up some sage
So no fam we do not relate