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Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Don't waste your tears, no
Oh-oh, oh-oh
(Heard you cookin' up, Vontae)
Angels, they been callin' me
But demons still be hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been hard to tell the difference lately, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me (oh, oh)
But the homies, they been wantin' me
By disloyalty
Opportunist, twenty-plus doin' this
In and out them loads, tryna noodle shit
Cry about that sentence that they gave you, niggas knew the risk
Warned many times, mama told us 'bout that foolishness
Well aware of who he is, the trenches know
'Cause it's a difference from the ones who went and didn't go
Got Mula with me, who you set up that pick and roll?
Ayy, what is freedom to a man that's willin' to give his soul?
Yeah, he in demon mode
To each his own, but them the ones you boys should leave alone
The youths susceptible to failure, we been leadin' 'em wrong
Protected by them angels, a lot of us still believe in those
They tend to show up when I need 'em most, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me
But demons still be hauntin' me
Cross on my back (my back, yeah)
'Cause I carry the streets
And I'm jaded by disloyalty
Who's got my back? (My back, yeah)
'Cause it's been hard to tell the difference lately, yeah
Angels, they been callin' me (oh, oh)
But the homies, they been wantin' me
By disloyalty
Weight of the world, stand thorough is the objective
Correction is needed but hard to see from this perspective
Familiar with abandonment, I dealt with that neglection
There's still a disconnection with progression in my section, yeah
There's very few that make it out with an exception
Boundaries never work against the destined
We use it as our leverage