| Nodd Factor, C.M.G. |
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| This for my angels man, watching over me
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| Where my angels at, here we go now
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| What where my angels at, where my angels at
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| They tell me sky’s the limit, so I’m reaching to get it all
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| Talk that talk, 'fore you walk you gotta crawl
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| A lifetime, for me to live my dream
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| I’m trying to slow down, and make it through the drama I seen
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| Oh yeah I’m at the church, for confession again
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| My days are getting cold, think I’m trapped in the wind
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| I wanna turn it back, but the clock keeps rolling
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| Trying to make it better, with the loot we holding
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| Fa sho man, that’s how I’m living it out
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| It’s a journey to the top, and I’ma ride no doubt
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| So I sit back, as the angels float by
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| Continue with my blessings from the Lord, I know why
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| That thugs mayn, get a special kind of love
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| The kind that’s sent, from the heaven up above
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| For real, I’m on my knees and I’m praying
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| This angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
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| Angeeel, oooooh-ooooh
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| Angel, hmmm-hmm
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| Shining and rapping, flossing and capping
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| My son in my life, that’s the best that happened
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| I stay low key, live my days as a loner
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| Preacher man say, the blessing around the corner
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| I raise up, keep my head above water
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| My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters
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| A constant struggle, for my hustle to bubble
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| For my ends to meet, for my cash to double
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| Now that’s more trouble, cause I’m looking to sin
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| Steady asking for forgiveness, but I do it again
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| Let em know, that the angel always watching your back
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| Even when you turning blocks, trying to flip you a pack
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| Here we go I know I’m grown, but I do what I can
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| Sometimes you gotta stand up, and just be a man
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| For real I’m on my knees, to the Lord I’m praying
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| It’s a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying
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| The streets is watching, and the lights is dim
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| Will we make it out the ghetto, the chance is slim
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| This for all of them, who be knocking him
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| Nodd Factor C.M.G., play above the rim
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| Get your money young man, mama told me that
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| Don’t bite the hand that feed, mama showed me that
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| So I’m strolling back, to a time befo'
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| A seed that gotta blossom, I got time to grow
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| Even though I’m fighting hard, it’s a mission to rise
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| See the angels flying by, when I open my eyes
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| Now I realize, that I was made to rhyme
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| See the clouds from above, know it’s time to shine
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| So I gotta unwind, let the game unfold
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| It’s your life go on live it, man that’s what I was told
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| So I’m staying on my knees, to the Lord I’m praying
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| It’s a angel on my shoulder and uh, she got me saying |