Heaven

Fuck these bitches, I'm focused on business

Got 'em running in the hood like I bought a new engine

What these niggas try to save I'll spend in a minute

All this money in the way, niggas ain't in my vision

I was really on that block, I came up from nothin'

Putting everything in it, it was all or nothin'

Now these diamonds on my neck got all these bitches fuckin'

With a kid, they used to sin, now I'm the one who fronted

See this Rollie on my wrist, that thing glitter and gold

Eatin' off this old bread, all these niggas go mold

Middle fingers to the haters and niggas that told

Money over everything, that's the way that I roll

I must have died and went to heaven

Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second

What's your question, you need a blessin'... right?

Or you're just wondering what heaven's like

I got bitches, all I see is bitches, all I see is bitches

Windows tinted

Hide some people in it

We extremely lifted

Ain't no limits

Kids defying physics

Crucifying bitches

Ain't your business how I spend my time, I got bigger fish to fry

They telling lies, I swear to God

Heaven left 'em mesmerized

Everything ain't televised

When it rain, then it shines

Nevermind. Missing all the devil's signs

Hellen Keller blind, you need eyes

Then I'mma come and lend you mine

Every time I start walking proud, they wanna chop chop chop chop me down

I just wanna make out with Foxy Brown

Monday nights, shit raw for now

Close it up, yeah I lock it down

Smoking blunts 'til I'm Gangnam Style

Coughin' into my coffin now

Have a bad bitch, money, and a crocodile

With me

Rest in peace to Pimp C

Set me free

Need ecstasy

I just really wanna get my jet to leave

Go and play the front 9 at Pebble Beach

Just set some goals that I'll never reach

Get you high, seven leaves, never peak

Good energy 'til it's rest in peace

Running out of hope, running wild cuz my momma close

To dying while we broke, a youngest child, I always listened to my father

When he spoke, because he'd been through it all

A Chris Paul jersey hung on the wall in ninth grade

Back when niggas only wanted to ball

We used to steal from the mall and had to run from the guards

But now we run from the law with guns stuffed in our drawers

And all my chambers revolve cuz I can't risk gettin' caught

I got too much on my plate, I think a better tomorrow is what I'm trying to make

At least for most where I stay, I learned at a young age ain't no savin' 'em all

See some problems is born too far gone to be solved

I got a lot on my heart. Scorn the weary

Never believin' no woman, cuz bitches lie on the frequent

Live and die by this gun, niggas ain't shooting for fun

So run your pockets, we need it

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