Personal Angel

She used to the name calling
But just don’t call her ya bitch
She a grown woman with self respect she on her shit
So legit, every real nigga’s wish on the list
Catch her strutting down the strip
Fenty beauty on her lips
Call her hurricane hips
The motion is so controlling
She mastered her emotions cause niggas loved to expose em
Fakin for the moment thinkin its easy to get her going
Little do they know, she pimped they homies
A lil game she call don’t ask I won’t tell
Perfectionist, so when she do it man she does it well
Love to prey on lil niggas with they head swelled
Thinking all they bands will have her fuckin in a hotel
Manipulation is her opposition
Old ex’s used to play her using propositions
Now she fighting demons but she still optimistic
Working everyday to get a pot to piss in
Never cared to cry she got her compositions
But who can she run to when every soul she meets is incomplete
No guidance they move like a leech
All of her energy they seeked gets drained and now they call her weak
Satan tryna knock an angel off her peak
Im walking up unannounced
To restore every ounce of faith for her to bounce
With God on my side, I ont care the amount
Its not who did it 1st, its when it counts
Hey, my name’s Jade let me take you out.. like

(Hook) like From Time - Drake

Wassup.. its been a minute since we’ve kicked it, we was cuffed up
By some wicked, bad intentioned lil suckas

I’d never break your heart like that
I wish we could restart our tracks…

Cause I love you.. I love you enough for the both of us..
I can trust you.. I know you want more for the both of us

So what are you?? Can you tell me what you’re afraid of
I’m telling you…I’m here to give and not take love…