Javion Bishop - Angel On My Shoulder (Pt. 1 & 2) Lyrics

Yea
I wake up I start my day I’m on my feet like I’m running
I’m on my grind I punch that clock like we was beefing or sumn
Yea I done ate but I ain’t finished if my people is hungry
I got a dream I gotta chase it, it might lead me to sumn
I’m out here on my Q’s & P’s I live and breathe for this money
It ain’t to spend, it’s for my children mane I’m leaving them sumn
Fuck how you feeling if it ain’t producing fees nigga fuck it
The angel on my shoulder told me that the reaper is coming
So imma
Double up, Double up
Flip my money
Pockets jumping
Like it’s double dutch
Double up, nigga
Getcho hustle up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
I remember after school, sat in bus seat number 2
Miss Yolanda said no talking, I could never follow rules
I was tucking in my laces cause I couldn’t tie my shoes
Listen what my momma told me, She say this is what you do
She say do not what you see, cause what you see is fucking fowl
All these niggas really bitches them bandanas gave em clout
When you step off of that bus you make it right back to this house
Watch yo back and get to stepping keep yo head up close yo mouth
Double Up Double Up
Empty out yo fucking
Pockets nigga run it up
Double Up, nigga
Guess yo luck is up
Angel on my shoulder told me
boy you better run
Double up, Double up
Flip my money
Pockets jumping
Like it’s double dutch
Double up, nigga
Getcho hustle up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
Really in the game and I can’t stop
Harden, Imma go hard in the paint job
Stop it, name ain’t James I can’t flop
Slippin, better get a grip nigga don’t slide
Nigga, imma turn 2 rings to 4 wanna
Shoot shit nigga imma deflate the ball
Bitch I’m too sick motherfuckin' flu game with y’all
And I run shit nigga I’m the new age Lebron
Better pick a side yea it’s do or die nigga
Tryna go against the boy that’s a suicide mission
I ain’t finna waste time let the pen glide, riptide
Sumn like the motherfukin' demigod nigga
Till my heartbeat stop
And moon don’t rise
And the rain don’t come
And streets get hot
But there ain’t no sun
When the world go dark and my brain go
Numb
There's an angel on my shoulder
Said it wasn't time
There's an angel on my shoulder
Told me not to fly
Drunken and stumbling in the winter time
This liquor got me irrational, fucking up my mind
I jot it down in my journal upon these blurry lines
This is my last ride, I left instructions
My niggas know that my album is exported on a hard drive
Inside jewelry box, that’s kinda funny right
Save it to June 14 then release it
Tell my nigga Z to bury me in PBG shit
I got a view of the city I’m pretty high
I’m sky scraping, surrounded by all of these pretty lights
My breathing is fucking tweaking, I’m wheezing I’m really hype
Warm tears upon my cheeks as I step up with both feet now
The cold air on my skin it was like a knife
What a conclusion to such a beautiful life
Red & Blue lights, they're creeping up from behind
And the Angel On My Shoulder she told me it wasn’t time

Yea
I wake up I start my day I’m on my feet like I’m running
I’m on my grind I punch that clock like we was beefing or sumn
Yea I done ate but I ain’t finished if my people is hungry
I got a dream I gotta chase it, it might lead me to sumn
I’m out here on my Q’s & P’s I live and breathe for this money
It ain’t to spend, it’s for my children mane I’m leaving them sumn
Fuck how you feeling if it ain’t producing fees nigga fuck it
The angel on my shoulder told me that the reaper is coming
So imma
Double up, Double up
Flip my money
Pockets jumping
Like it’s double dutch
Double up, nigga
Getcho hustle up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
I remember after school, sat in bus seat number 2
Miss Yolanda said no talking, I could never follow rules
I was tucking in my laces cause I couldn’t tie my shoes
Listen what my momma told me, She say this is what you do
She say do not what you see, cause what you see is fucking fowl
All these niggas really bitches them bandanas gave em clout
When you step off of that bus you make it right back to this house
Watch yo back and get to stepping keep yo head up close yo mouth
Double Up Double Up
Empty out yo fucking
Pockets nigga run it up
Double Up, nigga
Guess yo luck is up
Angel on my shoulder told me
boy you better run
Double up, Double up
Flip my money
Pockets jumping
Like it’s double dutch
Double up, nigga
Getcho hustle up
Angel on my shoulder
Told me boy you better run
Really in the game and I can’t stop
Harden, Imma go hard in the paint job
Stop it, name ain’t James I can’t flop
Slippin, better get a grip nigga don’t slide
Nigga, imma turn 2 rings to 4 wanna
Shoot shit nigga imma deflate the ball
Bitch I’m too sick motherfuckin' flu game with y’all
And I run shit nigga I’m the new age Lebron
Better pick a side yea it’s do or die nigga
Tryna go against the boy that’s a suicide mission
I ain’t finna waste time let the pen glide, riptide
Sumn like the motherfukin' demigod nigga
Till my heartbeat stop
And moon don’t rise
And the rain don’t come
And streets get hot
But there ain’t no sun
When the world go dark and my brain go
Numb
There's an angel on my shoulder
Said it wasn't time
There's an angel on my shoulder
Told me not to fly
Drunken and stumbling in the winter time
This liquor got me irrational, fucking up my mind
I jot it down in my journal upon these blurry lines
This is my last ride, I left instructions
My niggas know that my album is exported on a hard drive
Inside jewelry box, that’s kinda funny right
Save it to June 14 then release it
Tell my nigga Z to bury me in PBG shit
I got a view of the city I’m pretty high
I’m sky scraping, surrounded by all of these pretty lights
My breathing is fucking tweaking, I’m wheezing I’m really hype
Warm tears upon my cheeks as I step up with both feet now
The cold air on my skin it was like a knife
What a conclusion to such a beautiful life
Red & Blue lights, they're creeping up from behind
And the Angel On My Shoulder she told me it wasn’t time