The angels flying high the angels flying high...
Parallel pocket mac this a .550
Advcation question number one like would you die with me
I done seen gangsta turn goofy you can't slide with me
All I hear in my head is Grandma keep saying that God with me
They want to know my walk of life it wasn't where I ran at
That prosecutors never had no opps I understand that
We be where it happened at get it back in blood
How only God can judge me and I'm standing in front of the judge
You just never know you know because niggas they be switching
Then they be looking surprised
Feel got it up dust it off and then he fell again
Little bro won't let go of that trtsta I been telling him
I told myself I'd never ever walk inside that jail again
Titties on a pretty bitch with baby hairs and melanin
I try to let it settle in about time you hear this I be fella in
My stomach shot shit feel like a shell again
The angels flying high the depths in the sky
Shit feels like death before the death but you ain't died yet
Facetime my mama trying to tell me she ain't cried yet
If you ain't slide
Feel like I ain't make out them projects
Crackers trying to sit a bitch sit me with the goonies
And then travelers and the sentences
Niggas die a lot and I'm alive fuck it live a bit
Instagram models on the waiting list for my visit list
If you wasn't me shooting in the gym you can't visit bitch
I be there in the middle of the storms
Pops probably wouldn't even notice that I'm gone
Some shit be the norm
If you follow through they can't criticize the form
You gotta hold your head and keep going
The angels flying high...
HUMbeats...
