"Ghetto Angels" lyrics
I had police tryna see my brother fail
I don't play up in these streets, it's not a game
I had enemies who called me for a favour
I lost brothers in these streets from chasing paper
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
I got homies in the ground, in the dirt
I stay true to my squad, like I'm Durk now
Sanka wa bolaya motho, o bolela masipa
Nna aka tshoga selo, wena o nyaka go nteka
My uncle died, I was barely over 12
My other uncle died when I was smoking shelf
So pelo yaka e tletsi madi le pain
Nkebe MALI-G a tshela Stilpane
Nakwe o tsweri zaka ne o sa thuse motho
Hona byanong onyako iketsa kare o motho
Yung kilograms ka hlutu
Bone tyma'e ele stopo
I was in a very dark place
Heoka pala beaver, ko fa face
Thugs cry when I get on stage
William Mbatha made the front page
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
Rest in peace to sparty cut off on [?]
But instead you know, you get it how you live
Mo keleng ke ka mo hare mpa ya Pheli
Ke nna le 011, Makaveli
Free my brother Isa, nkase botse selo
Nthwe kirang e filthy, e nyaka onale pelo
Ho bothloko o nyaka clout, osa yiri selo
Lil homie said ngwanae ke mmethile ka selo
Homie, nthwe wirang eng kutlwisa bothloko
I gave my trust, wena o e lathletse ko thoko
Working overtime and phone em bro ka gyma
From the gutter face no cap, that's word to Scrimma
Pheli darkside ho boima
Glock-19 yo tima
Me and Gloss on the same page
Meglow told me charge into the game
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
I don't play up in these streets, it's not a game
I had enemies who called me for a favour
I lost brothers in these streets from chasing paper
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
I got homies in the ground, in the dirt
I stay true to my squad, like I'm Durk now
Sanka wa bolaya motho, o bolela masipa
Nna aka tshoga selo, wena o nyaka go nteka
My uncle died, I was barely over 12
My other uncle died when I was smoking shelf
So pelo yaka e tletsi madi le pain
Nkebe MALI-G a tshela Stilpane
Nakwe o tsweri zaka ne o sa thuse motho
Hona byanong onyako iketsa kare o motho
Yung kilograms ka hlutu
Bone tyma'e ele stopo
I was in a very dark place
Heoka pala beaver, ko fa face
Thugs cry when I get on stage
William Mbatha made the front page
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
Rest in peace to sparty cut off on [?]
But instead you know, you get it how you live
Mo keleng ke ka mo hare mpa ya Pheli
Ke nna le 011, Makaveli
Free my brother Isa, nkase botse selo
Nthwe kirang e filthy, e nyaka onale pelo
Ho bothloko o nyaka clout, osa yiri selo
Lil homie said ngwanae ke mmethile ka selo
Homie, nthwe wirang eng kutlwisa bothloko
I gave my trust, wena o e lathletse ko thoko
Working overtime and phone em bro ka gyma
From the gutter face no cap, that's word to Scrimma
Pheli darkside ho boima
Glock-19 yo tima
Me and Gloss on the same page
Meglow told me charge into the game
I was broken, I remember
Tell me why they killed bro in November?
We were soldiers plotting on Santa
I quit smokes like I'm tryna beat cancer
Hunger kyona ke tlare eng rotileng bophelo
Tsaore Kilo hao tshware zaka ase selo
20 tao ono tswana o rekile bophelo
Ake kgone we tlogela eng robile le pelo
Writer(s): Lehlohonolo Molefe, Zachary Gayden
