A$AP Rocky
Текст песни Angels

Hook:
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell the whole thing from the cell-phone rang

I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine
All my young niggas know that they could always
(Away, away, away, away, away)
Call me, call me, call me always, always
(If you see me trouble, bitch)

They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug nigga
24 karats my slugs glitter,
24 years old worth a couple million
Shouts out to my cosine nigga,
Finna let it fly for my blood niggas
Middle finger up to you fuck niggas,
if you a trill nigga, then fuck with us!
Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet
With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it
Heart made of pudding
Mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie
Trying to be the motherfucker that you couldn't knowing you
Down to let it fly when I shouldn't
All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest
Tell a fuck nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool
Only young niggas in my crew,
They down to let it fly!

(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Young nigga like me
(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Young nigga like me
(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Jiggy young nigga like me
(Fly!)

Hook:
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell the whole thing from the cell-phone rang

Niggas got rips in they jeans, man, I started that
Hood by air, man, I started that!
Niggas claim they the God of black
Well your name is purple I'm the God of that
Gave you my back nigga pardon that
Fuck that shit I brought mobbing back
I brought robbing back, I brought the Garden back
Motherfucker black land I brought Harlem back!
Rolling in my Benz-o,
Hoes on the curb a couple of friends
Rolling down my window,
Yo what's the word? fuck it get in!
Ride round with these bimbos,
She give head to my kin folk
Shout outs my connect though,
Keep a watch out for them Winslows
Cause the boys gonna creep, the boys gonna serve
Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve
I'mma get by while the world gonna turn
I'mma get mine like you gonna get yours
Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve
Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned
Tell a nigga “be you," fuck tough be cool
Couple young niggas down with my crew who be done and let it fly

(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Young nigga like me
(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Young nigga like me
(Fly!)
For a nigga like me,
Jiggy young nigga like me
(Fly!)

Hook:
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell the whole thing from the cell-phone rang