Holy Angel
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I done been through Hell and back
I'm seein' demons every day, callin' the kettle black
Perfectionists, if you're perfect, where your medal at?
My life was goin' downhill, I had to pedal back
These niggas always wanna talk about the lame shit
If I looked back on my life, I wouldn't change shit
Maybe a couple more cars so I can lane switch
If I put that mic on silence and never sang shit
This my life and that's your job, dawg
I'm too high, got me thinkin' did the clouds fall? Prolly not
Shit, just put me back up in the bleachers
Back when all a nigga had was a pair of sneakers
All this stress on my chest, I'm fuckin' havin' seizures
Nowadays, havin' fun is fuckin' illegal
Walkin' with your head down, that's not grown man shit
I'm takin' over the game until I own that bitch
Yeah, nigga, in my hood, them choppers always bussin'
Niggas livin' day-to-day like tomorrow ain't nothin'
Fuck love, that shit get in the way now
She lovin' every nigga, ass up and face down
Addicted to the game, my youngin's use a .38, first forty-eight
They gon' throw that shit away, bet they never catch a case
I'm gone, separate myself from all the lames
If I die and float away, you gon' feel my mama pain
Sittin' in my room, I'm reminiscin'
Shit, I ain't have a pot to piss in
Family whippin' crack up in the kitchen
All eyes on me, so pay attention
Got a problem with the D.A., should've stayed my ass in V.A
Thousand hours, some bull, pickin' trash up off the freeway
I'm the nigga that the kids lookin' up to
Straight A's now, before they said, "Fuck school," ha
And I don't bite my tongue for no weak nigga
'Cause y'all never had to starve for a week, nigga
No clothes but .44 to a household
Stomach growlin' but I kept my fuckin' mouth closed
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Pusha T]
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me (King Push)
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me (The V.A. story)
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Came in the game thinkin' music was the way out
To get us off the corners, hit records was the payout
Hard transitionin' from hustlin' 'til it's grey out
A decade with the devil, lemme show you how this play out
Started as a duo, didn't stay a duo
Things fall apart, Ricky Martin left Menudo
Was a team of us, everything was for the crew though
Never Rosé while my niggas sippin' Nuvo
So, so records bought more dope
Every record label dollar went to more coke
Ghetto rich but still scramblin' like we poor folks
We was all goin' left from what the Lord taught
The pressure, my pride wouldn't let up
The way they took my niggas had us thinkin' we was set up
All at once so the pain hardly let up
Now this bitch mumblin' 'round the house about she fed up
Yugh, when it rains, it pours, nigga
Dope boys expect the money, hungry whore, nigga
Woo, with my niggas and the feds
Do you think I give a fuck if Def Jam is in the red?
They'll undership your record while they pillow talk in bed
So I never try to talk them motherfuckers off the ledge
"Jump nigga," like Joe Clark said
If you ain't tryna win then you better off dead, gone
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If these walls could speak
I wouldn't have to make believe you're here
Holy angel, start the fire that burns in me
I need a savior 'cause I'm scared of me
