Angels ft. Isaiah Deno Lyrics

Keep demons on a leash

Angels on a payroll

Payroll… payroll… payroll

Stars what I shoot at

Moon, what I aim for

Aim for

Give my mama hugs

Followed by besos

Besos… besos

Followed by, everything

That she couldn't pay for

Pay for

Cuz now I'm making pesos, plugged up, cable

Off of songs that I wrote, in the STU, ladle

Dreams now reality, no more fable

Let my actions speak, done with the say so

Til I master this craft, everyday I, slave more

Work, putting in way more

Focus turned laser

Put more work in

Hours turn to days

Days turning months

But I still maintain

I ain't never feeling weak

I ain't even hit my peak

So ahead of my time

I made history

Feet, blistering, from

Deams being chase

But they, listening, from

The Bronx to The Bay

I ain't never feeling weak

I ain't even the peak

So ahead of my time

I made history

Feet, blistering, from

Deams being chase

But they, listening, from

The Bronx to The Bay

Keep demons on a leash

Angels on my payroll

Stars what I shoot at

Moon, what I aim for

Give my mama hugs

Followed by besos

Followed by, everything

That she couldn't pay for

Demons on a leash

Angels on my payroll

Stars what I shoot at

Moon, what I aim for

Give my mama hugs

Followed by besos

Followed by, everything

That she couldn't pay for

Way back in the day day

Sixteen hours days, she

Worked everyday, like

Ten years straight

Way back in the day day

Sixteen hours days, she

Worked everyday, like

Ten years straight

While still making time, for her boy, to this day

I still appreciate, those, memories made

Those conversations had…. they made me who I am

The more she spoke to me, the more I'd understand

The man I'd come to be, I knew, eventually

Her work ethic, would be, embedded in me

Work hard, repeat, while making sure I treat

Everyone I would meet, decently

Like the human being they is

Grab the mic, then I spit

Over beats, Isaiah Deno, producing

That's my older sibling… he set the AambiEnCe

Got, God looking out, while He, boppin' His head

Before I lay me down to sleep

I pray The Lord, my soul to keep

God got looking out while He boppin' His head

Before I lay me down to sleep

I pray The Lord, my soul to keep

What I do?

I, praise the Most High for the

Blessings he Sends

What I Get?

I got

Answers to prayers, that I said, way back when

Getting answers to prayers that, I ain't even,said yet

Up next?

Best bet

Competition

Chin-check

Give a California smilie, to

Those who disrespect

But I'm Brooklyn Born, and take

Pride in it

You can hear it my tone, when I

Rhyme, rap, spit

Conceived in Ecuador

Brown skin, Hispanic

Raised out in The Lake, 801

Represent

Before I lay me down to sleep

I pray The Lord my soul to keep

Before I lay me down to sleep

I pray The Lord, my soul to keep

The blessings, Amen