Vince Staples, Mac Miller, Hardo, Larry Fisherman - Heaven lyrics

Fuck these bitches, I'm focused on business
(That's right)
Got 'em runnin' in the hood like
I bought a new engine (Ha)
What these niggas try to save
I'll spend in a minute (Blow it)
All this money in the way
Niggas ain't in my vision
(I don't see 'em)
I was really on that block
I came up from nothin' (That block)
Puttin' everything in it
It was all or nothin' (My all)
Now these diamonds on my neck
Got all these bitches fuckin' (Hardo)
With a kid, they used to sin
Now I'm the one who fronted
See this Rollie on my wrist
That thing glitter and gold (Bling)
Eatin' off this old bread
All these niggas go mold


Middle finger to the haters
And niggas that told (Fuck 'em)
Money over everything
That's the way that I roll (Ha)

I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
(Uh)

I got bitches, all I see is bitches
All I see is bitches
Windows tinted, hide some people in it
We extremely lifted
(Woah) , ain't no limit's
Kids defyin' physics, crucifyin' bitches
Ain't your business how I spend my time
I got bigger fish to fry (Fry)
They tellin' lies, I swear to God (God)
Heaven left 'em mesmerized
Everything ain't televised (Nope)
When it rain, then it shine never mind
You missin' all the devil's signs (Woah)
Hellen Keller blind, you need eyes
Then I'ma come and lend you mine (Uh, huh)
Every time I start walkin' proud
They wanna chop, chop, chop, Chop me down
I just wanna make out with Foxy Brown
It's Monday night, so shit raw for now
(Uh, huh)
I close it up, yeah, I lock it down (Down)
Smokin' blunts 'til I'm Gangnam Style
(Style) coughin' into my coffin now
Have a bad bitch, money
And a crocodile wit' me
Rest in peace to Pimp C
Set me free, need ecstasy
I just really wanna get my jet to leave
(Leave)
Go and play the front nine at Pebble Beach
(Beach)
Set some goals that I'll never reach (Nope)
Get you high, seven leaves (Dope)
Never peak
Good energy 'til it's rest in peace
(Let's go)

I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?

Runnin' out of hope
Runnin' wild 'cause my momma close
To dyin' while we broke a youngest child
I always listened to my father when he spoke
Because he'd been through it all
A Chris Paul jersey hung on
The wall in ninth grade
Back when niggas only wanted to ball
We used to steal from the mall and
Had to run from the guards
But now we run from the law
With guns stuffed in our drawers
And all my chambers revolve 'cause
I can't risk gettin' caught
I got too much on my plate
I think a better tomorrow is
What I'm tryin' to make
At least for most where I stay
I learned at a young age
Ain't no savin' 'em all
See, some problems is born too
Far gone to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't shootin' for fun
So run your pockets, we need it yeah

I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?
I must have died and went to heaven
Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second
What's your question? You need a blessin'
Right?
Or you just wonderin' what heaven's like?