Vince Staples - Heaven Lyrics
feat. Hardo & Mac Miller[Verse 1: Hardo]***** these *****es, I'm focused on businessGot 'em running in the hood like I bought a new engineWhat these niggas try to save I'll spin in a minuteAll this money in the way, niggas ain't in my visionI was really on that block, I came up from nothin'Putting everything in it, it was all or nothin'Now these diamonds on my neck got all these *****es *****in'With a kid, they used to sin, now I'm the one who frontedSee this Rollie on my wrist, that thing glitter and goldEatin' off this old bread, all these niggas go moldMiddle fingers to the haters and niggas that toldMoney over everything, that's the way that I roll[Hook: Mac Miller]I must have died and went to heaven? a shot, it'll hit me in a secondWhat's your question, you need a blessin'?Or you're just wondering what heaven's like[Verse 2: Mac Miller]I got *****es, all I see is *****es, all I see it *****esWindows tinted, hide some people in it, we extremely liftedAin't no limits, kids defying physics, crucifying *****esAin't your business how I spend my time, I got bigger fish to fryThey tell me lies, I swear to godHeaven left them mesmerized, everything ain't televisedWhen it rain, then it shines, I'm missing all the devil's signsHellen Keller blind, you need eyes, then I'mma come and lend you mineEvery time I start walking proud, they wanna chop chop chop chop me downI just wanna make out with Foxy BrownMonday nights, shit ? nowLock it up, yeah I close it downSmoking blunts 'til I'm gone as ?Coughin' in to my coffin now, have a bad *****, money, and a crocodileWhip me, rest in peace to Pimp CSet me free, need ecstasy, I just wanna get my jet to leave? not a pebbled beach, got some goals that I'll never reachGet you high, seven leaves, never peakGood energy 'til it's rest in peace[Hook][Verse 3: Vince Staples]Running out of hope, running wild cuz my momma close to dying while we brokeA youngest child, I always listened to my father when he spokeBecause he'd been through it allA Chris Paul jersey hung on the wall in ninth gradeBack when niggas only wanted to ballWe used to steal from the mall and had to run from the guardsBut now we run from the law with guns stuffed in our drawersAnd all my chambers revolve cuz I can't risk gettin' caughtI got too much on my plate, I think a better tomorrow is what I'm trying to makeAt least for most where I stay, I learned at a young age ain't no savin' 'em allSee some problems is born too far gone to be solvedI got a lot on my heart, ?Never believin' no woman, cuz *****es loud and infrequentLive in doubt by this gun, niggas ain't shooting for funSo run your ?, we need it[Hook]
