Sha Stimuli - Angels & Demons lyrics

I got these angels on my shoulder

But these demons keep on talking and they
Trying to win me over hey

I wake up with the voice in
My head that says God’s watching
Studied scriptures and even skimmed
Thru Allah’s doctrine
Minutes later I’m thinking of killing
Haters and ways to bring
In some paper so having faith
Is a hard option
My moms told me that praying will
Get me far in life
And anytime it gets hectic just
Give your heart to Christ
But, I don’t know if the Lord
Can help my bars get tight
Or make the fans think I’m a star
That’s nice I’m an artist writing
Real shit real feelings angels in my ear
Like do better be better, pick a new career
Maybe teacher, preacher
Counselor, physicist, engineer
Someone doing things with meaning for people
But then I hear
These demons with the horns like rap
Rhyme spit it do a song wit a dance
Talk about the slutty bitches
Put half naked chicks in
The video pour liquor on they asses
Throw some stacks at the camera
And yell nigga nigga nigga
I’m ill I’m getting it, fuck school
Sell drugs, get a buzz
Rock some shiny fake jewels
But the angels come back
Screaming make smart cool
Put depth in your music, reach the youngest
Dumbest fools while you kill it over
Beats and they sleeping you break the rules
And have ‘em thinking while they smoking
And drinking and gripping tools
And I choose the dark side
Sorta like Trey and Doughboy in that car ride
And then I shout Dough let me out
Knowing that this is wrong
I’m conflicted in my life and in
My songs y’all don’t hear me


Got me thinking bank robbery
Obama I need change
I envision car jacking this old
Man in the range
Angels – work hard at your craft
And deal with the pain
Everyday ain’t always sunny you want
To just make it rain
Demons- Sha look at how long
You been in the game
Ain't nobody trying to hear what you yapping
You sound lame
You ain’t shooting, you ain’t selling
You ain’t balling, you the same
Dude rapping bout your raps in
Your raps then you complain damn
But the angels start to whisper
Wife up a queen then the
Demons tell me diss her
The soldiers with the wings say
Lift brothers and sisters
But the creatures with the tails
Say get money consistent
Angels say God’s son showed you the path
Demons say the savior was
Hated until he passed
Sha you was born broke
Parents called you accident
Jesus got gold and a holiday named after him
Angels want me Christian or catholic
With wife and kids
Demons want me flipping bricks getting
Clapped or doing a bid angels
Forget the whores and the groupies
The music biz
Demons, thinking small you’ll never be
Pac or Big stupid