I just make hits and anthems Swear I've been jooging for time Tryna hit a lick for the mandem And no, they don't want us to fly So they got us on wings and landings Literally wasting our time, taking our lives And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers Pray they're in better places No more mourning, just celebration With Ghetto Angels all serenading Ghetto angels all serenading Congregating at heaven's gates Like the cherubs mentioned in Revelations Where we're from it weren't ever safe, there was death and pain And it was devastating Plus the feds were placing my friends in stations All we wanted was elevation Turning lemons into lemonade Blowing lemon haze for that medication Our bredrins in cemeteries We pour Hennessy to commemorate them And right now, the ends are changing Just know we got memories that can't get erased by some renovation From knock down ginger for entertainment And doing kick ups with balls To stick ups and fraud Having to dip from the law Cold nights spent on pavements Setting pace without hesitation Breddas slain from them weapons raising It gets deflating I spend my days in just... Writing these hits and anthems Swear I've been jooging for time Tryna hit a lick for the mandem And no, they don't want us to fly So they got us on wings and landings Literally wasting our time, taking our lives And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers Pray they're in better places No more mourning, just celebration With Ghetto Angels all serenading Hood jiggas with halos We all gon' make it, I pray so Had to hit 'em with the mase flow But this one isn't for the radio It's for the mandem from the block like J-Lo Out here jooging for the pesos For the chedda for the queso Still ain't tryna catch a case tho That's why we gotta dip from the plain clothes Why we out here zipping from police Really, all I'm wishing for is peace We been chasing figures since our teens I remember being in year 8, on the staircase, bare bait Rocking kickers on our feet For dinner, we'd be nibbling on sweets But the ghetto made our innocence deplete And so this isn't just some lyrics on a beat This one is specific for the streets This is for my bruddas in the bing on the wing I'm just praying that they give 'em their release Yeah, this is for the trill and the deceased We just wanna breathe, man The grief got us tired of the drillings 'n the beef Saying "Please don't take us too early Pray we make it to 30" I just make hits and anthems Swear I've been jooging for time Tryna hit a lick for the mandem And no, they don't want us to fly So they got us on wings and landings Literally wasting our time, taking our lives And these ghetto tears they could form an ocean Dreaming of better days, without feds and jakes And of getting paid without selling weight Sending prayers to our fallen soldiers Pray they're in better places No more mourning, just celebration With Ghetto Angels all serenading