Lyrics:
to be true
The top is where we headed
I swear I think I'm bout to go to heaven
'Cause now I'm singing
I been on my grind for a while now
I got my
of heaven or heaven of hell
And if you're headed where I'm headed
You'd live at your own pace as well
It's no race
Estou cansado
Cansado
There's something I'm
Yeah
I'm always in the studio with greenery
On God
I think I could use a change of scenery
On God
I'm headed for the top, ain't got no team with me
to be stepping on my situation
You know the top is where I'm headed
I throw money like confetti
Had to struggle, had to grind out my nigga basement
the bentley
Know im finna pop, my pops told me I got it in me
I'm on go, ain't no breaks, green Lights ain no stoppin in me
You gon have to deal it if you gotta
Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
And hope that I'm awake the day the end finally comes
Everybody wanna think they free
All the while they
This my year
Foot on the gas won't stop yeah y'all stay clear
Headed to the top won't flop yeah I got no fear
Holds all in his hands so you won't
call the dope man, then call him again
Headed up I-10 with a couple of hens
In a bubbled eyed Benz 'cause I'm gettin' it in
Got a a team of kick men
to
Heaven's paradise
Redemption in your touch and it's enough to
Save this foolish heart of mine
I'm peeling back the layers of a man that
A man that I used
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Tooth Fairy, just a toothache
It is a heaven though and it got a big gate
Saint Peter, meet my friend Ben Frank...
[Dan Rockett]
When I'm bangin
stayin' in school, for just doin' my work
Gettin' chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm on the run and I better run fast
'Cause if I don't
the set
With a pocketful of rocks ah man I regret
For not stayin in school, for just doin my work
Gettin chased by the Task now I feel like a jerk
So I'm
beef with a side of fries
Goddamn it, I'm ill, I'm the sickest fuck
I need a Range Rover and a Bentley Truck
I do a lil too much, now, I'm out of luck
I
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios
Fuck a business suit, I'm out to where we juice
Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot
Runnin' game from the brain
where they shot Pac
Broke as hell but where I come from
I'm like a king there I'm in the posh squad
I'm in a Bentley I'm in an Aston
They like my music
givin' all that she got
A thousand a pop
I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the parkin'
Lot we
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
[Chorus]
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I pack up my bags and leave this world behind?
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Or save it all for you?
not give a fuck
I'm da nigga with makavelo on
Came from nothing now I'm in the bentley rock
Came from nothing now I'm in the bentley rock
Came from
Fucked Up!
Ahh
Yah I Fucked Up
(Yah I Fucked Up)
Yea I Kno I Fucked
And Now She Gone
And Thats Fucked Up
[Chorus:]
And Now Im Headed For Self Destruction
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