Lyrics:
you start popping these people gone stone ya
We get it popping like shots in the parking lot
Quit that gossip and yapping you talk alot
Systematic
mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is
Been filling a vault
I can tell you fake loyal by the way That you talk
I need a shawty down to ride but still Willing to walk
If you ever look back
My wife a queen I'm surrounded by royalty
Look like soon I'm be famous them angels been on retainer
Understand I ain talk bout lawyer fees
Though I
and started rhyming just to heal from
The messages they mixed up in a blender
Then heaven sent a gift to spit the shit that they remember
A reverend of sorts
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
How y'all saying she was picky
I got two twin glickies
See my bank its icky icky
Okay like bad bitch she heaven sent
You broke you got 7 cents
God gave
the door
My heart fell to the floor
So tell me what to do
So I can get with you
Talk to me my lady friend
Girl your love is heaven sent
Say you'll be
So you know that we enroute
He talking out his mouth So tell me what you really bout
Man these bullets wanna talk So I let them scream and shout
Man
Yeah, I stand as evidence
That it's hard to escape the
Prism of my residence
Baby girl, she look heaven sent
But she a history nerd
And she like
got a little ski
Mask when I turned eleven
On my twelfth birthday, I got that AK-47
Now heaven is a mystery to me
But I'm so far gone
I keep that
nigga
If you get wasted, can't replace it
So I'm settin' the pace
If they don't let me in
Heaven, I'm hoppin' the gates, uh
Ain't been to church in
True to your word
You let me catch my breath
Get some rest
And send me on
Just like a bird
Your fountain washes me
So I can sing another song
Beauty
in
I'm straight outta hell with that fire
She straight outta heaven, divine
I just fell in love with a bi chick
In love with the fact that she like
to improvise
Not gonna lie, I been through some harder times
Rather pick hell over heaven, than calling nine-eleven
I had to teach these kids a lesson, don't
I sold my soul to the devil
The first time you kissed me
I mistook hell for heaven
The first time I let you touch me
Now I'm just a little toy in
in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk
she totin' the weapon
Twin spin through and I'm lettin' of seven
(Like damn) 19 gonna send 'em to Heaven
Now you a thot
Why you fuckin' your best
the door
My heart fell to the floor
So tell me what to do
So I can get with you
Talk to me my lady friend
Girl your love is heaven sent
Say you'll be
views and family and life were askew
Number six had been twisted by the previous two
The last step, the seventh
Was the only thing left that kept him
I sold my soul to the devil
The first time you kissed me
I mistook hell for heaven
The first time I let you touch me
Now I'm just a little
gay son!
He loves his son
He loves his son
His dead gay son!
Now, I say my boy's in heaven!
And he's tanning by the pool
The cherubim walk
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