The Game - Heaven 4 A Gangster lyrics

Can't forget about my OG Heron
My nigga' Montreal
My nigga' 2Pac
Hussein Fatal
And Kadafi

It's like riding down Greenleaf
Dre Day, smokin' green leaf (uhh)
Draco' in the front seat
And just to think
I made all this off one key
Hurricane
Two feet in Compton, one deep
Can't ride with me
'less I'm Pimp C and you Bun B
My flag ain't got no stars on it
Fuck my country
Get your toupée knocked off
Tryin' Donald Trump me
I'm the OG to the YG's
You ain't seen what I seen
My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach
Pregnant at 19
She died, but the baby kept stompin'
That how hard us little niggas come up
Born and raised in Compton
We earned this shit, we learnt this shit
City used to be all white
Look how we turnt this shit
2Pac turning in his grave
From all this nonsense
A little soldier ain't from Bompton
I put that on the homies

God said in the last days there would be
Times of difficulty. For people
Would become lovers
Of self, lovers of money
Proud, too arrigant, abusive
Disobedient to their parents
Ungrateful, unholy, heartless
Unappeasable, slanderous without
Self-control. Lovers
Of pleasure rather than
Lovers of God. This calls for wisdom
Let the one who has
Understanding calculate the
Number of the beast. Fuck Donald Trump
Homie

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)

God, forgive me for my sins
World full of bitch niggas
Lord, keep me out the pen
Keep my sons on the right track
My daughter on her momma side
Let the wind hit my baby face
It's gonna be homicide
You don't father like I father, nigga
I father kids and I father niggas
I done been on Lil’ Yachty
Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi
Got bricks from the Migos
And my bitch is bad and boujee
Every time I turn around
Somebody trying to sue me
And old friends turn colors
Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi
I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga
This ain’t on Netflix
This is every time you in the club
We gonna set trip
Another dead body on the dance floor
That’s what them hood niggas do
When them bands low
Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo
Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)
Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta?
(Uhh)