Heaven is Dark (feat. Malik Kobayne)

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Run the Streets (Heaven is Dark)

Is hot in heaven It's hot in Heaven's dark now
I swear we used to be light but now it's going out
The only thing I got now is was with my soul hold
Eternal light from the truth, I got Soul Glo
Never felt a pain so strong I can't mourn
Feel like I just popped the thizz I'm feeling so on
This heart so far torn feel like I can't mourn
Like I died in my mama's womb when I was born

They said I'd never have kids so I bus free
Never between them knees just that the police
I never lived to be free my life Priceless
Writin for hours but my Rhymes is timeless yeah

I walk mineless at night but I'm just tryna
Rewind my blinded mind and I'm just, try
Na refi hip-hop's design and get mine
I ain't got time to waste time

So if I hate get to hide and I won't blow
If imma do some dirt, its solo bolo
I ain't get stitched on my Nigga no moe
And if I ain't got a ride then I don't go
We spit that other shit the Gibson Danny Glover shit
Hundred rounds plus a nana and another clip
Who wanna get it in the chest or the stomach wit
What my nigga Chuck got tucked in Duck closet?

Where we from we got bread and he cuz
And got enough to raise hell in the streets cuz
We was raised by old heads in the streets cuz
We used to play at the park where the fiends was

What we from we don't beg man we fees big
An if push come to shove we sell D kid
Getting paid off the game the OGs slid
And we don't walk nowhere we run the streets bitch

(Bro I got to come on)
My eyes are black from all the death I see
These Cocaine Cowboys got  hereditary genes
It may sound crazy but it's real to me
My dead homies still haunt my dreams,  as a voice streams

A fiend scrapes pipe screens chasing a dream
Heavy shots fired high-power   car beams
Everything ain't all what it seems to be;
Where the timid don't need to be

And this is where hell his life
And pills spark the giant inside
This a way to start your demise, staying one size
And these days
The revolution is further than being televised
I speak the real without a voice box, with
No compromise I won't stop

Unlike some of these other guys I ain't in it for your props
I write daily blood clots, Union gang off top
Yeah the flame contingent with the Flawless Onslaught you know

Here we from we got bread and he cuz
And got enough to raise hell in the streets cuz
We was raised by old heads in the streets cuz
We used to play at the park where the fiends was

What we from we don't beg man we feast big
And if push come to shove we sell D kid
Getting paid off the game the OGs slid
And we don't walk nowhere we run the streets bitch

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