[00:23.913]Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
[00:26.842]Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
[00:30.031]Nobody really know how he feels
[00:32.946]I always thought that you would be here
[00:36.672]Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
[00:39.588]I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
[00:42.516]Tryna convince me to get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
[00:45.969]I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
[00:49.422]It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
[00:52.610]It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
[00:55.788]I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
[00:58.979]Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
[01:02.704]Why did you leave?
[01:05.620]If you was here, how would it be?
[01:08.548]Oh, woah
[01:10.666]I'm protected by these ghetto angels
[01:15.453]Oh, woah
[01:17.569]I'm protected by the hood gangstas
[01:21.294]When the streets don't show you love, that feelin' a *****, ain't it?
[01:23.949]When a nigga die, the world make fun, that feelin' sick, ain't it?
[01:26.876]I'm from Chicago where they turn your death date to an occasion
[01:30.057]You hear the same shit when a nigga die they say it's under investigation
[01:33.782]You'll find the killer who killed my cousin, find the killer who killed Kenneka Jenkins
[01:36.959]That's why they slide without thinkin', nobody safe when I'm breathin' (Oh)
[01:39.887]I'm the voice of the streets, I ain't tryna be the big homie
[01:44.399]Other cities got structure, Chicago ain't got big homies
[01:47.852]Havin' your gun on you everyday, that shit don't mean shit, don't it?
[01:50.779]It's who got the ups first, my cousin died with a stick on him
[01:54.229]I don't see no lies in here, I feel like cryin' in here
[01:56.884]He spent his life on securities, he got life, he cryin' for real
[01:59.812]He say I'll give you this pain through
[02:01.929]They lost they souls to the streets, but they my ghetto angels
[02:04.584]NoCap, the streets wanna hear me on this remix, they wanna hear my pain too
[02:08.311]I seen Amir's body in Miami, I text, "I hope this ain't you"
[02:11.490]I wanna call and say...
[02:12.822]Why did you leave?
[02:14.953]If you was here, how would it be?
[02:17.868]Oh, woah
[02:20.002]I'm protected by these ghetto angels (By these angels, yeah)
[02:25.307]Oh, woah
[02:27.164]I'm protected by the hood gangstas (Yeah, all my gangstas)
[02:31.152]I thank God that I'm still here
[02:33.806]I'm faced with all the bull-ish
[02:36.998]Maybe lessons from the pulpit
[02:39.388]Are the blessings from the highest
[02:42.577]Yeah, you just don't know, no
[02:44.698]You should never have to see your homie drop, that's a lot
[02:46.829]When you walkin' for this life, who knows when it stops
[02:50.280]Oh, no
[02:52.671]No, oh
[02:56.658]Gotta give it straight, true with no chase
[02:58.778]I never question God, I know it's a better place
[03:01.695]I know it's a marathon, not just a race
[03:04.884]Can't wait to see the looks on all my homies' faces
[03:08.610]Can't wait until the day that we embrace (Oh)
[03:11.526](Ooh, woah)
[03:15.251]Can't wait until the day that we embrace (Ooh, oh)
[03:21.881]Yeah, why did you leave?
[03:25.070]If you was here, how would it be?
[03:28.000]Oh, woah
[03:30.652]I'm protected by these ghetto angels
[03:33.579]Oh, woah
[03:36.760]I'm protected by the hood gangstas (All my gangstas)
[03:40.485](Yeah, yeah)
[03:42.603](Oh, woah)

Yeah, didn't write this song, but I'm recordin' with this lead on me
Know it sound strange, but I'ma die for all my dead homies
Nobody really know how he feels
I always thought that you would be here
Why do I always question God, but I never pray?
I think about you, I end up cryin' on my best days
Tryna convince me to get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
It's so much of pain in us, always feel like I'm givin' up
It ain't the same no more, death brought me anger
I'm followed by angels and I got some dyin' love
Soon as I got rich, soon as I got famous
Why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, woah
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangstas
When the streets don't show you love, that feelin' a *****, ain't it?
When a nigga die, the world make fun, that feelin' sick, ain't it?
I'm from Chicago where they turn your death date to an occasion
You hear the same shit when a nigga die they say it's under investigation
You'll find the killer who killed my cousin, find the killer who killed Kenneka Jenkins
That's why they slide without thinkin', nobody safe when I'm breathin' (Oh)
I'm the voice of the streets, I ain't tryna be the big homie
Other cities got structure, Chicago ain't got big homies
Havin' your gun on you everyday, that shit don't mean shit, don't it?
It's who got the ups first, my cousin died with a stick on him
I don't see no lies in here, I feel like cryin' in here
He spent his life on securities, he got life, he cryin' for real
He say I'll give you this pain through
They lost they souls to the streets, but they my ghetto angels
NoCap, the streets wanna hear me on this remix, they wanna hear my pain too
I seen Amir's body in Miami, I text, "I hope this ain't you"
I wanna call and say...
Why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, woah
I'm protected by these ghetto angels (By these angels, yeah)
Oh, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangstas (Yeah, all my gangstas)
I thank God that I'm still here
I'm faced with all the bull-ish
Maybe lessons from the pulpit
Are the blessings from the highest
Yeah, you just don't know, no
You should never have to see your homie drop, that's a lot
When you walkin' for this life, who knows when it stops
Oh, no
No, oh
Gotta give it straight, true with no chase
I never question God, I know it's a better place
I know it's a marathon, not just a race
Can't wait to see the looks on all my homies' faces
Can't wait until the day that we embrace (Oh)
(Ooh, woah)
Can't wait until the day that we embrace (Ooh, oh)
Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, woah
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangstas (All my gangstas)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Oh, woah)