Ever felt the weight of loss and the struggle to keep going? NoCap dives deep into those emotions, reflecting on the pain of losing close friends and the inner turmoil it brings. He talks about feeling abandoned and questioning his faith, all while grappling with the harsh realities of life in the streets. Despite his success, he can't escape the grief that haunts him. The "ghetto angels" symbolize protection from those he's lost, offering a sense of comfort amid chaos. It's a raw and heartfelt tribute to fallen friends and a candid look at how fame doesn't shield one from sorrow.
Ghetto Angels
Lyrics
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 it 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
Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, oh
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangsters
Yeah
Tell me, Slim, how did you die by yourself?
The paramedics sittin', watchin' you melt
You was probably tryna catch a sale
Damn, you should've stayed in jail, yeah
This rap shit been fuckin' with my ego
How the fuck I couldn't save 'em? I'm neighborhood hero
Your main homie actin' strange, I'm tryna know what he know
And it's crazy, we 'posed to took Duke to the graveyard to see Fred
Phone ring an hour later, damn Cap, Duke dead
I guess since we didn't take him
He went to the graveyard to see Fred on his own, damn
I been takin' drugs 'til I feel the effect
I really miss my dawgs like some missin' pets, yeah
Made it out the hood, way more than blessed
Don't say you feel my pain, it's way more than stress, yeah
I can swipe for bodies with my credit
Yeah, Fred took seventeen like JJ Redick
Yeah, my music for the streets, so fuck a Grammy
Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny, ooh
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 it 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
Yeah, why did you leave?
If you was here, how would it be?
Oh, oh
I'm protected by these ghetto angels
Oh, woah
I'm protected by the hood gangsters
Writer(s): Julius McCormack, Kobe Crawford, Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Melvin Coleman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, NUDEUNDERMYCLOTHES, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., GREAT DAYNE, LLC
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