Angels & Demons

[Hook]
I got these angels on my shoulder
3X
But these demons keep on talking and they trying to win me over hey

[Verse 1]
I wake up with the voice in my head that says God’s watching
Studied scriptures and even skimmed thru Allah’s doctrine
Minutes later I’m thinking of killing haters and ways to bring in some paper so having faith is a hard option
My moms told me that praying will get me far in life
And anytime it gets hectic just give your heart to Christ
But I don’t know if the Lord can help my bars get tight
Or make the fans think I’m a star that’s nice I’m an artist writing
Real shit real feelings
Angels in my ear
Like do better be better, pick a new career
Maybe teacher, preacher, counselor, physicist, engineer
Someone doing things with meaning for people
But then I hear
These demons with the horns like rap, rhyme spit it
Do a song wit a dance, talk about the slutty bitches
Put half naked chicks in the video pour liquor
On they asses
Throw some stacks at the camera and yell nigga nigga nigga
I’m ill I’m getting it, fuck school
Sell drugs, get a buzz, rock some shiny fake jewels
But the angels come back screaming make smart cool
Put depth in your music, reach the youngest, dumbest fools
While you kill it over beats and they sleeping
You break the rules
And have ‘em thinking while they smoking and drinking and gripping tools
And I choose the dark side, sorta like Trey and Doughboy in that car ride
And then I shout Dough let me out
Knowing that this is wrong
I’m conflicted in my life and in my songs y’all don’t hear me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Got me thinking bank robbery Obama I need change
I envision car jacking this old man in the range
Angels – work hard at your craft and deal with the pain
Everyday ain’t always sunny you want to just make it rain
Demons- Sha look at how long you been in the game
Ain't nobody trying to hear what you yapping, you sound lame
You ain’t shooting, you ain’t selling
You ain’t balling, you the same
Dude rapping bout your raps in your raps then you complain
Damn
But the angels start to whisper
Wife up a queen then the demons tell me diss her
The soldiers with the wings say lift brothers and sisters
But the creatures with the tails say get money consistent
Angels say God’s son showed you the path
Demons say the savior was hated until he passed
Sha you was born broke, parents called you accident
Jesus got gold and a holiday named after him
Angels want me Christian or catholic with wife and kids
Demons want me flipping bricks getting clapped or doing a bid
Angels
Forget the whores and the groupies, the music biz
Demons, thinking small you’ll never be Pac or Big stupid

[Hook]