There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly led me to you Look at the sky It's the color of love There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly came down from above He led me to you He led me to- Blood, sweat, and tears Blood exterior Three seven four stitched interior, this shit real I ain't had to pass no torture in ten years Shit, we live still Shit that I'm rapping, I really live Shit, I get chills Copy them flows, stealing the swag Shit, we just steal Bitch in the field toting a mag You can get killed or you can grow and get more After a while, man, this shit getting old I'm in the club but I'm ready to go This little spot ain't as big as my home The whole crowd probably fit on the floor Walked in the label, told 'em get on the floor Still getting millions if I didn't go gold I understand it now, I've been on the road It's 50/50, either get it or don't He think he slime but he digging a hole You tell him no, nigga's hands exposed Shit, I'm good, I can stand on my own You know that fame, it'll damage your soul Fuck up your character, faking for likes He talking good, won't take his advice I'm still on man shit, we all got vices I touch and turn her up, she calling me Midas Thumbing for decades, I'm getting arthritis No fluorescing, it's brighter than lightning All that dick riding got him indicted Yeah, I'm a big dog, no nigga to follow See the baddies in my section when they lit up the bottles Nigga, money long, chain hang down to my dick Today Balenci', next day follow with Rick Little hood hope, I'm through the projects and some shit Let's celebrate, on the block, bottles of Cris' I know the chef, he get paid twirling his wrist And he get busy, piss me off, I'm calling a blitz Keep speaking on me, might as well toss me your bitch Fuck a room, she get tossed in a whip Eight years old, I was taught to not snitch Miss me when he was a kid, get out the field, nigga How you trolling the 'Gram thinking you a real nigga? How you ain't had a band? Is you for real, nigga? I'm in that chopstick dojo Mini Drac' solo Niggas really not like us, I think they know though It ain't shit to shoot out a bag but did you go though? Free my nigga chasing that cash in Narco, yeah My thoughts get crazy I rock 'em to sleep like I'm Kevin Spacey I be watching these niggas, shit, Esco made me But I had the blues 'til the DJ saved me I heard the voice of an angel All them losses got me sharp as a razor, nigga That shit look good on paper The fabric mans don't really good on paper Fuck these niggas There must have been an angel by my side Something heavenly led me to you (We came, we came from nothing, nigga) Look at the sky (Fuck you gonna tell me something?) It's the color of love (You don't know what the mud look like) (You don't know what real love look like, do you?) There must have been an angel by my side (You don't know how to dodge these fake niggas) Something heavenly came down from above (You don't know how to keep it all to this shit) (It was destiny) (It was destiny) He led me to you He led me to you