[Verse 1: GRIP]

Won't forget the lessons she taught me

She'd smoke cigarettes and drink coffee

Never be too extra, speak softly

Even when you depressed, just think lofty

Protect your neck when you in these streets 'cause every step could be costly

Make sure the Devil keep off me, take no regrets to your coffin

Sometimes I sit at your grave and really don't know what to say

So many thoughts inside my head I never show or convey

So I end up talkin' 'bout some random shit that happen that day

Just to tell myself, "My nigga, she can't hear you, no way"

I'm ashamed that I feel silly talkin' to grass

So I put this beat on and lay down every thought I can grasp

A walk through the past, lives lost in the crash

And would they be here today if they chose to take an alternate path?

All the hearts that I broke, all the love that we made

All the dirt I swept underneath the rug, just to save

Their perception of me, shit, my intentions was good

Far too late to take it back, but I be wishin' I could

Forever misunderstood, I ain't easy to love

Was out of touch and out of reach when you just needed a hug

I got mad at Sm00ve for droppin' some old shit that we made

Got cold and disengaged, never got to tell him thanks for the road this nigga paved

Early in my career, now the only way I can give him his roses is his grave

If you can't save yourself, then who's soul you finna save?

What road you finna pave? Corroded and depraved (Hol' up)

[Chorus: Auni Saxton & GRIP]

Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And let my angels sing

Oh, oh, let my angels sing

Oh, oh-oh, let my angels sing

Oh, oh-oh (Yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: GRIP]

Threw all my morals out the window, chasin' dollar bills

Rap was a hobby still that lead me to some solid deals

I'm stressed, the homie be like, "Bruh, you gotta chill"

But if you was bearin' all of this weight

You would probably feel like you body build

They hit me like, "I've seen you on TV with such and such"

So I'm the man when the fam need a couple bucks

Truth is, I got it, but I ain't got it

But still'll end up doin' a solid just 'cause I'm solid

Shows ain't sellin' out, shit, I probably won't even profit

That's why when they say they proud of my progress, I switch the topic

I heard, "Don't be so deep, it'll hit if it's more melodic"

But it's fans that say that I saved they lives with shit that I jotted

It's a balance, and since I would choose to pursue this talent

I ultimately accepted the challenge, so here's my ballad

This goes for all the ones who gon' ride till the end

I really appreciate the love, signed by a friend, uh

[Chorus: Auni Saxton & GRIP]

Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And let my angels sing

Oh, oh, let my angels sing

Oh, oh-oh, let my angels sing

Oh, oh-oh