Ricky Hil, Smoke DZA - Angel lyrics

Right, right, what up Rich? is DZA, uh
I'm dead fresh already all
I need is the wings
Some big bamboos and ima do my thing
Tell a heckler go to hell
They be blowing mines
Take em to church with this
Heaven sent flow of mines

Blessed niggas with bars, on some deacon shit
Its father MC who you speaking with
Judas ass niggas i be beefing with
Messing with the angel on some geekin shit
But fuck it this is America
You got the right to
You high up wit you but it's
A sour D cypher over here
Nothing but bom bom in the joints and
Now you're feeling like bro
Bro I'm disappointed
Ready to kill yourself ain't you?
Nigga you'll nеver see an angel
Been raw in this shit, suicide linеs
Nigga it's do or die time, what up
Angel, angel, angel, angel

They say sleep is the cousin of the devil
I'm waking up to nightmare's under my stress
I got a QP of kush i ain't smoking to stress
I be talking it she be open at best
Now look, white chucks dirty beat up leather
Ima hippie i be down for whatever
And she'll do whatever i tell her to
And i'll be fucking in a
Baby i got a needle to your heart
You can't move cause you'll
Bleed from the floor
Pay dues cause i played my part
DZA it ain't high it ain't sitting on mars
Angel, angel, angel, angel