Smoke DZA:

Right, right, what up Rich? is DZA, uh
I'm dead fresh already all i need is the wings
Some big bamboos and ima do my thing
Tell a heckler go to hell
They be blowing mines
Take em to church with this heaven sent flow of mines [x3]

Blessed n***as with bars, on some deacon shit
Its father MC who you speaking with
Judas ass n***as i be beefing with
(?) messing with the (?) angel on some geekin shit
But fuck it this is America you got the right to
You high up wit you (?) but its a sour D cypher over here
Nothing but bom bom in the joints and
Now you're feeling like bro bro I'm disappointed
Ready to kill yourself ain't you?
N***a you'll nеver see an angel
(?) been raw in this shit, suicide linеs
N***a its do or die time, what up

Ricky Hil:

Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)
They say sleep is the cousin of the devil
I'm waking up to nightmare's under my stress
I got a QP of kush i ain't smoking to stress
I be talking it (?) she be open at best
Now look, white chucks dirty beat up leather
Ima hippie i be down for whatever
And she'll do whatever i tell her to
And i'll be fucking in a (?)
Baby i got a needle to your heart
You can't move cause you'll bleed from the floor
Pay dues cause i played my part
DZA it ain't high it ain't sitting on mars [x2]

Angel, angel, angel, angel, (x2)