[Pre-Chorus]

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 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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 17 like JJ Redick

Yeah, my music for the streets, so fuck a Grammy

Tubes and breathing machines how I see my granny

[Pre-Chorus]

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 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

[Chorus]

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