Angels (feat. Slim Spitta & Hustie)

Walking up in the building, I see that stained glass Offerings at the altar, you know that place fast Crucifix over shoulder, I wouldn't change that Pray over me pastor, I'll make that pain pass Isolated but still hella sedated After it's all over, we telling mama we made it I admit I'm crazy, so say a prayer for me, baby I been talking to God but he ain't hearing me lately I know the haters been talking, but they don't be saying nothing Jealous of all these bad bitches they see I be fuckin I make this money and blow it Ask the jeweler, he know it Diamonds dancing like strippers, so nigga make sure you tip her Got it straight out the mud when they ain't show me no love Chunkin' deuce to the gang, what up cuhh, say blood Put some respect on my name and I can treat you the same Look in the eyes of a beast that ain't no way you can tame I keep my head on the swivel, looking over my shoulder I see the demons behind me and they keep getting closer The broken heart of an angel but I can't get no colder So I wear my crooked crown till hell freezing over I'm calling heaven but the line still busy So I'm sippin' on this painkiller till I feel dizzy Bottle full of xans, put like 20 in my hand And I pop 'em till I fade, mad hatter in neverland I'm walking, kickin' can, but let's go for a ride I got the chopper on my side, murder all on my mind I think that I was better off before I first caught a body But now I got like 3 in the trunk of the new Maserati Walking up in the building, I see that stained glass Offerings at the altar, you know that place fast Crucifix over shoulder, I wouldn't change that Pray over me pastor, I'll make that pain pass I don't need rosary beads for my salvation But bowin' down to my knees, we healin' our nation Count me out of your schemes, don't need your time wastin I was bound, now I'm free, you see we need patience We singin' hymns in the rain for Isaiah 54 Praise the Lord's where my chains fall Now I'm seein' wings of an angel From darkness to light, I wasn't born with the same school At the top of the mountain is where I lit the candles In the center of the Vatican, you see the angles Pain strokes on my life, like the Sistine Chapel Pain strokes on my life, like the Sistine Chapel