| Won’t forget the lessons she taught me |
| She’d smoke cigarettes and drink coffee |
| Never be too extra speak softly |
| Even when you depressed just think lofty |
| Protect your neck when you in these streets cause |
| Every step could be costly |
| Make sure the devil keep off me |
| Take no regrets to your coffin |
| Sometimes, I sit at your grave and really don’t know what to say |
| So many thoughts inside my head I never show or convey |
| So I end up talking about some random Shit that happened that day |
| Just to tell myself my nigga she can’t hear you no way |
| I’m ashamed that I feel silly talking to grass |
| So I put this beat on and laid down every thought I can grasp |
| A walk through the past, lives lost in a crash |
| And would they be here today if they chose to take an alternate path |
| All the hearts that I broke, all the love that we made |
| All the dirt I swept underneath the rug just to save |
| Their perception of me, shit my intentions were good |
| Far too late to take it back but I be wishing I could |
| Forever misunderstood, I ain’t easy to love |
| Was out of touch and out of reach when you just needed a hug |
| I got mad at Smoove for dropping some old shit that we made |
| Got cold and disengaged |
| Never got to tell him thanks for the role this nigga played |
| Early in my career now the only way I can give him his roses is his grave |
| If you can’t save yourself then who soul you finna save |
| What road you finna pave corroded and depraved |
| Let my angels sing |
| Let my angels sing |
| Let my angels sing |
| Threw all my morals out the window chasing dollar bills |
| Rap was a hobby still that led me to some solid deals |
| I’m stressed the homie be like bruh you gotta chill |
| But if you was baring all of this weight you would probably feel like u body |
| build |
| They hit me like I seen you on tv with such and such |
| So I’m the man when the fam need a couple bucks |
| Truth is I got it but I ain’t got it |
| But still will end up doing a solid just cause I’m solid |
| Shows ain’t selling out shit I prolly won’t even profit |
| That’s why when they say they proud of my progress I switch the topic |
| I heard don’t be so deep it’ll hit if it’s more melodic |
| But it’s fans that say that I saved they lives with shit that I jotted |
| It’s a balance |
| And since I would choose to pursue this talent |
| I ultimately accepted the challenge so here’s my ballad |
| This goes to all the ones who gon ride 'til the end |
| I really appreciate the love, signed by a friend |
| Let my angels sing |
| Let my angels sing |
| Let my angels sing |