Markis Precise, Chuuwee - For Heaven's Sake lyrics

Wait what can I say that niggas
Ain't already said before

They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm
Heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake

Another nigga got shot last Friday
Police said the shooter vanished on a highway
He killed that motherfucker dead
In his driveway you die at home
Where the fuck can you survive at
Fact, only certain people really feel alive
The others know how it feels
To be a life black this rap shit used to be
Something I could strive at
Now it's damn near sorta like buying packs
FBI got eyes on a guy back
You ever seen a drug raid over five stacks
You ever seen a nigga die
With his eyes wide open
Spilling out pain on the train tracks
And when it rains, oh boy do it rain
Over money, over hoes, over crack
Over 'caine cause we highly over pressured
And extremely underpaid
And this job search bullshit
Is highly overrated

They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm
Heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on heaven's day
For hella pay, for heaven's sake

Al these young girls wanna do is celebrate
She love the way her man nigga selling weight
Tell em wait, chill on it for heaven's sake
He a try to bring a
Pound through the heaven's gates
I can't blame how they live so I meditate
Pick up the phone, flip zones
Maybe set in place
But only to keep food on a nigga plate
Not religious at all
Fuck what the reverends say
I'm dreaming of a beamer on dubs
A misty misdemeanor with a girl
I'm feeling like a G and I'm a thug
And we only wish that we could
Bring a heater to the club
Young rich niggas be in love
With the slug nose
Just in case somebody try to
Take me out the plug
It's all cash and cream, it's all drugs
But this life gotta change like I'm
Trying to break a dub

They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm
Heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake

Why must I be like that
If he had em for the low-low, I'mma buy packs
Get em off sooner than I bought
I'll be right back
Nigga doing what he gotta do, it be like that
Keep it to real for my own
Good when I write raps
I got em pulling me to the side
"Did you write that?"
I bet you even if these niggas hated
They like that
Usually niggas acting like they
Wouldn't be hypist
So I'm soul searching til they close curtain
Pockets hurting on this cold earth and
Nothing that I wanted more
Than to smoke purple
Do so much weed that my throat hurting
These niggas hate woe so they low lurking
They gone try to bodybag
You in closed curtain
Until that very day, I'm still soul searching
I hope that my findings are still worth it

They tell me go to school and get a job
A job is the hardest thing to find
And school costs money so I'm
Heavy on the grind
The streets teach more, am I wasting my time
Street smarts look bad on a resume
My dogs hate living in a reservoir
So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day
For hella pay, for Heaven's sake