Angelic

[Chorus: Eshon Burgundy]
It's gon' be a problem if you run up on me
If you ain't got ears that hear and eyes to see
I ain't got fed, but I got mouths to feed
And I got these angels on me
And I got these angels on me
No, I keep these angels in arm's reach
Why you think I say I got a army?
'Cause I've got these angels on me

[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy]
Yeah
You know how many shootouts that I lived through?
You know how many times that we rode around
With guns and coke, and police pass us in our rear-view
Ton of smoke, tinted window, hoping they don't peer through?
Contact high, the truth combat lies
Before I got baptized, surprise, I wasn't that washed
The Lord saved me before He saved me, several times
Fifty, sixty, seventy, [?] the names don't come to mind
Three or four guns pulled on me, one pulled the trigger?
Deposited a bullet under my lung, next to my liver
My shooter lost his lung years later, now go figure
It ended his rap career, you reap what you sow, it's gon' get ya
[?] touch is anointed, [?] prophet's [?]
I had a couple people threaten me, they dead and gone
And ain't no blood on my hands
Actually, [?] twenty-three, twenty [?] I am covered in the blood of the Son of man

[Chorus: Eshon Burgundy]
It's gon' be a problem if you run up on me
If you ain't got ears that hear and eyes to see
I ain't got fed, but I got mouths to feed
And I got these angels on me
And I got these angels on me
No, I keep these angels in arm's reach
Why you think I say I got a army?
'Cause I've got these angels on me

[Verse 2: Fern]
Uh
Think it's a game, till the things pop out
It's all "Gang, gang", till the gang pop out, uh
Locked up in a chain [?] down south
'Fore you get fed, time for not running your mouth
A few times, I'd trust papa, we de-escalated
Next week, home invaded, guns drawn, no pixelation
You don't have to be involved in the beef
But you can trust they'll still send shots over affiliations
Everybody got to shooter on deck
Till the shooter get shot, then they shoot for you next
And you can wear a vest, but they shoot at your neck
That's word to Wu-Tang, that been told us: "Protect!"
Yes, I prayed angels were around me and my family
Surrounding all principalities, grounded 'fore they found me, uh
You ain't have to understand me; you gon' feel me, though
How I take these words and I turn them to a visual
Fern

[Chorus: Eshon Burgundy]
It's gon' be a problem if you run up on me
If you ain't got ears that hear and eyes to see
I ain't got fed, but I got mouths to feed
And I got these angels on me
And I got these angels on me
No, I keep these angels in arm's reach
Why you think I say I got a army?
'Cause I've got these angels on me