Holy Angel - Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Pusha T

Written by：Pusha T/Chris Brown

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 save our 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 was going downhill I had to pedal back

These niggas 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 ni**a had was a pair of sneakers

All this stress on my chest I'm f**king having seizures

Nowadays having fun is f**king illegal

Walking with your head down that's not grown man sh*t

I'm taking over the game until I own that b**ch

Yeah ni**a in my hood them choppers always busting

Niggas living day to day like tomorrow ain't nothing

F**k love that sh*t get in the way now

She loving every ni**a a** up and face down

Addicted to the game my young ans use a 38 first 48

They gong throw that sh*t away bet they never catch a case

I'm gong separate myself from all the lames

If I die and float away you gong 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 day should eve stayed my a** in va

Thousand hours some bull picking trash up off the freeway

I'm the ni**a that the kids looking up to

Straight as now before they say f**k school

Ha and I don't bite my tongue for no weak ni**a

Cause y'all never had to starve for a week ni**a

No clothes but 44 to a house hold

Stomach growling but I kept my f**king 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 save our cause I'm scared of me

Came in the game thinking music was the way out

To get us off the corners hit records was the pay out

Hard transitioning from hustling 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 menu do

Was a team of us everything was for the crew though

Never rose while my niggas sipping nuvo

So so records bought more d**e

Every record label dollar went to more coke

Ghetto rich but still scrambling like we poor folks

We was all going left from what the lord taught

The pressure my pride wouldn't let up

The way they took my niggas had us thinking we was set up

All at once so the pain hardly let up

Now this b**ch mumbling round the house about she fed up

Yugh when it rains it pours ni**a

D**e boys expect the money hungry whore ni**a

Woo with my niggas and the feds

Do you think I give a f**k if def jam is in the red

They'll under ship your record while they pillow talk in bed

So I never try to talk them motherf**kers off the ledge

Jump ni**a 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 save our cause I'm scared of me