Lyrics:
heaven
Its been longer than a second, reflection bring me depression
They casket sharp, I ain't pay a penny
I'll die over these muhfuckas, one of a kind
heaven, I have been told, (who told ya!)
I`m in heaven, I`m too young to feel so old
(What happened then? I asked him...)
Is this your car, It`s
up, boogie on ya
Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN!
And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain
A bigger pain, you would need
vibrate
Watch ya calories
Level up levels
Redefine reality
Keep it up keep it up
Volume. Volume
Why even bother? This real life is gettin harder
Extended
these beats was a sin
Then I prolly assume that Retro would
Be goin' to hell for it
I go by the Bible 'cause
My rhymes be heaven-scent
Can't sit with me
it all but need what the next nigga got
Won't stop til you at the top of the ladder
IG ya barometer, likes are all that matter
Low self-esteem tellin'
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
think its her fault that they ain't got shit
But I'm here to tell ya today
That if you a hater
Then you are the architect of your own misery (amen)
Life is tough, yeah I know
But you can't let the pain define or change you man, just let it go
You probably got betrayed by ya day one bros
Or even
fakin' bottomless, fuck it sleepin'
Watch your sleep cause them
Suckas will trick ya, thinking about niggas
Don't change for nothin'
I go back niggas still
in the port of riches last seen giving stitches,
grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious,
one eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron
cope
(What up cuzin'?)
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R, N, O, Y, D
Niggas can't fuck with me, comin'
were wrote on the scent
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp
in the land of protest a man-day
to take up a heatin' yuh
Screaming, keep on dreaming, hiding don't wanna be found when ya seekin'
Die by the opp, boutta get to the pleadin' bitch, you are
figured out we were wrong
The time for fakin’ is over
Now, the truth it belong
Hah
Get on your knees
And beg me, “Please”
To pray for you
You need someone
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
bit of info, I can't even sleep right
Let's take it back to when my parents said to sleep tight
Sweet dreams, and if the bed bugs bite
Ya bite 'em back,
it ain't be like that
Monumental and eventful
It be like that
Shit ain't cLL bad why you gotta see it like that
Gettin' by by the seat of my pants
[Prelude: The Ambassador]
God's viewpoint, that's what heaven's mentality is
It's synonymous with the biblical term "the mind of Christ."
Thinking
And life like a mf movie I watch it on tv my ass just gone be like what's next ?
And no I did not get ya text
But you wouldn't answer my question like it was
inside your heart
I knew it's hate from the start
You know who you are
You grab your click-click-bang, swang them thangs
It really don't matter, you doin'
missing
I kicked knowledge to problem just to find a solution, make it pure again cuz my whole city ruled by pollutants
(SLASH!) I ran the city with my woes
no guns
All we need is the armor of God
Then it's done
Faith check
Helmet check
Breastplate check
Are your loins girded yet
Sword of the Spirit
Make
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
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