Angels Over Compton

[Verse 1]
Out here where the palm trees lean
Late night, black hoodie, white tee clean
Freeway hum like a war drum slow
Angels in the alleys where the sirens glow
I see halos in the liquor store glass
Gold wings on the lowrider dash
Compton on the back of that bomber jacket
Whole block risen up, man, I gotta have it
[Chorus]
Angels over Compton, they fly so high
All through Los Angeles night life
I fell in love with the way it feels
Streetlights, smoke, and the angels on wheels
Angels over Compton, they fly so high
Right through the heart of this westside sky
I fell in love and I can't sit still
Night life sings and the angels on wheels
[Verse 2]
Skate wheels clack on the cracked cement
Taco truck steam got the air all bent
Old heads posted at the bus stop joke
Young ones dreamin' on a cloud of smoke
Downtown shining in a crooked line
From a rooftop view, that horizon mine
I talk to the moon like it's one of my folks
It been watchin' every win, every loss, every hope
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
From the swap meet lights
To the ocean breeze
Every block, every sign
Got a story to breathe
If you ride with me, you gon' see it clear
Whole sky full of angels when the night's right here
[Chorus]

rap, Moody West Coast rap with a swung head-nod groove, fat sub-bass, and sparse piano stabs. Verses ride a relaxed but confident pocket, ad-libs tucked wide. Hook opens with stacked gang vocals on the title phrase, airy pads filling the space. Occasional chopped vocal FX between lines; drums stay punchy and dry, vocal front and center, male vocals.