Angel Lyrics - Singles - Sporty Thievz

An angel 

An immortal spiritual creature 

Attendant upon God 

An angel 

A guardian sent to overlook 

Ay yo, for you crooked cops, the thug life lookin' nox 

Wife cooking rocks, I'm on lookout but couldn't watch 

It's terrible the scenario got me going till it's burial 

Kept it stereo, so we buried him with his radio 

Some niggas robbed him and shot him took his hat keys 

Left his head a hole in the front, with no back piece 

I'm stressin', some voices on both sides of my head 

One says, "Chill", the other's like, "Them niggas gotta be dead" 

Instead we all went to they block, 'bout to flip on a clip 

The full clip in my shit and tight grip on the pit 

The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook like 

Who's that with the clenched fist tryin' to pinch the crook? 

Who killed my man last week? Y'all niggas is asked, man, speak 

Before I could shoot, this old man put his hands on my damn heat 

He said, "I was sent as your guardian, you're the only one 

That can see me killing him won't bring your friend back to life 

Son, believe me" 

I'm your angel 

You're my angel 

Yo, I'm in the crib, high, lazy, blastin' my new Jay-Z 

Shorty I fuck with starts buzzin' my hip crazy 

Call her back, "You horny again?" Lemme find out 

She's crying all hysterical I couldn't get a line out 

Said her baby father wreckless, jealous over the necklace 

Beat her up good and peeled of in a Lexus 

Shorty, I'm over there, sit still, just chill 

In the Ac', pedal floored with the gat on board 

That's when I heard, "You willing to meet the law for a broad?" 

What the grabbed my heat, "Who the fuck in my back seat?" 

He said, "Be cool, nigga, right now you a fool, nigga 

Pass it up 'cuz she might be settin' your ass up" 

Or what you and son bump heads, get to clappin' 

Get locked up for life and it could've been avoided 

But your male pride destroyed it, eager to bust chrome 

You need to bust a U-ey, son and go the fuck back home 

I'm your angel 

You're my angel 

What should I do to this kid right here? 

This kid right here is soft, man 

Bitch ass nigga, watch this, watch this 

This kid ran up on the next, attempting to front on him 

(Yo) 

Got so close to money's face looked like he put his tongue on him 

Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him 

Taking money's stuff off him, heard yo, get the fuck off him 

Get off him, who dat? Who said that, you black? 

Yeah, give his jewels back, put ya tool back you fuckin' new jack 

You ain't gon' use that you're a cool cat, trying to rep 

And I know you [unverified] goin' to do something you're gon' regret 

(What?) 

Don't forget it's daylight, not late night, look 8 flights up 

She's Jake's wife, snake type, better take flight 

(Word?) 

Or feel the snake bite, right? Bet you didn't even see her 

Cat with the reefer peeped her, shit, I didn't see her either 

On the phone rattin' you, pointin' at you like a statue 

Get rid of the gat, dude out my face before I smack you 

He laughed cool, put it down, took aim again 

Walking back he said, hey my friend, what's your name again? 

I'm your angel 

You're my angel 

I'm your angel 

You're my angel