Holy Angel - Chris Brown feat Pusha T
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me
I done been through hell and back
I'm seeing demons everyday, calling me Kettle Black
Perfectionists if you're perfect, where your medal at?
My life way going downhill, I had to pedal back
These n_ggas always wanna talk about the lame sh_t
If I looked back on my life, I wouldn't change sh_t
Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
If I put that mic on silence and never sang sh_t
This my life and this your job dawg
I'm too hot, got me thinking did the clouds fall? Probably not
Sh_t just put me back up in the bleachers
Back when all a n_gga had was a pair of sneakers
All this stress on my chest, I'm f_cking having seizures
Nowadays, having fun is f_cking illegal
Walking with your head down, that's not grown man sh_t
I'm taking over the game until I own that b_tch
Yeah n_gga in my hood them choppers always busting
N_ggas living day to day like tomorrow ain't nothing
F_ck love, that sh_t get in the way now
She loving every n_gga, ass up and face down
Addicted to the game, my young'ns use a .38, first 48
They gon' throw that sh_t away, bet they never catch a case
I'm gon' separate myself from all the lames
If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain
Sitting in my room, I'm reminiscing
Sh_t I ain't have a pot to piss in
Family whipping crack up in the kitchen
All eyes on me so pay attention
Got a problem with the DA should've stayed my ass in VA
Thousand hours some bull, picking trash up off the freeway
I'm the n_gga that the kids looking up to
Straight A's now before they say "F_ck school"
Ha and I don't bite my tongue for no weak n_gga
Cause y'all never had to starve for a week n_gga
No clothes but 44 to a house hold
Stomach growling but I kept my f_cking mouth closed
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me
[Pusha T:]
Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out
To get us off the corners, hit records was the pay out
Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it's grey out
A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out
Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo
Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though
Never Rose while my n_ggas sippin' Nuvo
So, so records bought more dope
Every record label dollar went to more coke
Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks
We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught
The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up
The way they took my n_ggas had us thinkin' we was set up
All at once so the pain hardly let up
Now this b_tch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up
Yugh, when it rains, it pours, n_gga
Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore n_gga
Woo, with my n_ggas and the feds
Do you think I give a f_ck if Def Jam is in the red?
They'll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed
So I never try to talk them motherf_ckers off the ledge
"Jump n_gga," like Joe Clark said
If you ain't tryna win then you better off dead, gone
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, just stop the fire that burns in me
I need a saviour cause I'm scared of me
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