BOTTOM OF HEAVEN

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LOSIANO

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Yo...
We all married to life from the start
Cause through all the craziness, its until death do us part
My art comes from the capital of the overdose
So many needles shared, we sending Heaven 100's of Holy ghost
My homies smoke is green gateways
And old-timers, they say
They told us, but we never sober
While white girls stretchin' Yoga
We white girl stretchin' Yola's
Measuring sodas, clever blazin better odors
From whomever we feels colder,
But never getting respect from real soldiers
Steel toters cause we grew up
With tools tucked on the school bus
Cause you fruit cups never fooled us
We pullin subs on subs, my whole school bust
And though the mood sucks
It's cool cause, I stay saying grace
Thankful this ain't a date, that I had to make a break
And I can change my fate
So nothing that they doing is ever going to make or break
My mind-state, it vibrates on our streets
Slangin slang with bass that bangs, is my hoods heart beat
They start beef -- when times is odd
That's why it's easier to grind some hard than to find a job
The ill get grimy and rob
They finding Bob dead in his favorite shirt on his way to work
A long day at church, Pastor didn't know what to say at first
I wasn't warned
That I was born in the Eye of the storm
In a world full of hate and harm
Fam on my shoulders
Holding the whole Totem Pole
As we go on this lonely road
At the bottom of Heaven
Cause all of my clientele
Been supplied so swell
To be high as Hell
And we won't explain
How our senses been acting funny
FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money
I wasn't warned,
That I was born in the Eye of the storm
In a world full of hate and harm
Fam on my shoulders,
Holding the whole Totem Pole
As we go on this lonely road
At the bottom of Heaven
Cause all of my clientele,
Been supplied so swell
To be high as Hell
And we won't explain
How our senses been acting funny
FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money
I said a hater looks at what you can't do, while a fan
Loves and understand yo plans
Of doing the best that you can,
Cause man everybody don't go to Harvard and Yale
They just know it hard and it sell
And this the part where we fail
Getting too involved with them scales
Og's front packs and supply you some shells
And we went to Hell and came back
Many fates lack -- knowing they slang crack
Since way back and still ain't got a Maybach
These straight facts and they hate that I say that
But the system hates Blacks
And they trapped too many in cells pacing
Cause of prints on shell casings
Missing family celebrations
Selling fakeness, we propelling greatness
And they say this -- my thoughts for the Food
Dude my food for thought fucking great like when God's in the Mood
Do not get confused, spam blocking ya views
And if I give you 2 things I knew as true
Just trust and know
Don't walk the walk too fast, and never run too slow
Cause when funds is low, guns do blow
As they come and go, like dead beats
A rare speech, clapping airing heat
Get ya body froze, with that I been shot pose
Leaving ya block cold
Sleep at ya wake, we watch ya box close
Street Niggas but now ya found underground; Potholes
And fucking with LOSIANO's peeps not wise
Keep that heat under the seat
Next to them dropped fries
Cause my guys preventing check engines
Filling kitchens, trippin on Islands missin
Care less about what you gettin
Unless you doing some division
Continuing to be beasting
Seeking Georgia Peaches on Florida Beaches
As west as California streets is
Yall can ignore the speeches
We still on shores or behind doors where the storms can't reach us
Enjoying tours with creatures each is
Just as unique as our creator sees fit
Blessing or a completed wish
I'm guessing we all dreamed of this
Moment took us an eternity to own it
Earning everything we ever wanted
A perfect performance
Prepare when the storm hits
I wasn't warned
That I was born in the Eye of the storm
In a world full of hate and harm
Fam on my shoulders
Holding the whole Totem Pole
As we go on this lonely road
At the bottom of Heaven
Cause all of my clientele
Been supplied so swell
To be high as Hell
And we won't explain
How our senses been acting funny
FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money
I wasn't warned
That I was born in the Eye of the storm
In a world full of hate and harm
Fam on my shoulders
Holding the whole Totem Pole
As we go on this lonely road
At the bottom of Heaven
Cause all of my clientele
Been supplied so swell
To be high as Hell
And we won't explain
How our senses been acting funny
FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money

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