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[Intro]
I woke up this morning on some other shit, you know what I mean?
Rolled me something, fired up the old school
[?] hear some 2pac or something yâall
[Verse 1]
Looking at my Rolex, itâs about that time
A little overdue if you ask me, might be a little late
Still a nigga right on time
Iâm what the game missing, you ask me
Like god speaking to man, through man
Beautiful olive hue, original human
And ainât no doubting my mind, if I can you can
Indebted to the rap game, it made me a new man
Ever since I been cashing checks and things
I always stay dressed in the freshest things
Then iced out the chain on my neck, that swings
But that can hardly amount to the stress it brings
Itâs like I, got to see heaven for going through hell
So I elevate, everytime I blow me an L
People say they do but they donât know you too well
I talked to my creator cause he know me so well
[Hook]
Iâm like if heaven had a ghetto
I bet this is what it look like
Anybody could be a star
If heaven had a ghetto
I bet this is what it look like
Pretty girls and foreign cars
If heaven had a ghetto
I bet this is what it look like
Telling time on Audemars
If heaven had a ghetto
I bet this is what it look like
Do believe the world is yours
[Verse 2]
As I approach the pearly gates at the big estate
I think of heaven on earth, why make a nigga wait
My fam good, my niggas straight
The watch cold, the second hand figure skate
This white linen got a nigga feeling pure
Iâm at the beach house sitting by the shore
Itâs money on my mind, writingâs on the wall
Fur up on the floor
It feels good to say I ainât got to struggle no more
As I look up at the heavens
Drunk out the casino
At the craps table, you know Iâm looking for those sevens
Can I be an angel in a hood thatâs full of felons
When Iâm praying I be saying can the law, can we yell it
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
What mean the world to me donât mean the world to you
Iâm tryna find some piece, you think itâs money youâre due
Niggas kill me, stressing how they got love for me
And I can see you barely got love for you
It be the niggas that surround yâall, praying on your downfall
Cause you hit home runs and all they know is foul balls
You either feel me or Iâm talking about yâall
Hate it or love it, I could do it without yâall
I be ready to turn it up to the max
But lately Iâve been real conservative with my stacks
Burning up every track, pull a trick out the hat
Put a brick in the trap, thatâs where my niggas is at
[Hook]