Heaven Sent
Yea, I could've told you, man, they really wasn't ready for this
They've been checking up on me, yeah I'm good with this
And I'm celebrating the present on some Christmas shit
I know they hate me, but I'ma get them back with this one
Hey, the real's back
And I know everybody feel that
I came home, made a flow of my own
I'll get my lawyer on the phone if somebody go to steal that
Hey, it's 'bout time we have some fun, right?
Yea, man all I really need is one mic
With no budget on it don't this shit sound nice
Not from your city, I'm really just here for one night
But if you looking you can find me in the zone I'm in it
I'm always staying on my toes, never losing my pivot
And if somebody talking down then I'm a find who did it
This shit is ground-breaking like a divot
Okay I hit them with the Konnichiwa, Hon Ga Kogga, Tsukidesne, Tanoshidesne, Turn my name to sensei
Do y'all comprenden? My shit me illi'ay
Man ain't nobody fucking with the Quill'ay
I had to slow it down, hold up let them get the memo
I swear this shit is way deeper than a demo
My bars got these major labels in a limbo
Pardon me while I catch my tempo
Man this year I lost my way
And I'm lucky that I found it
Patched up the holes in my heart
With this album
Man they want it like this, I'ma do it like that
They want me to leave I'ma come right back
Now ain't nobody did shit for me
I know some things are meant to be
Yeah this song is heaven sent (This is heaven sent)
It's heaven sent
Ain't nobody done, ain't nobody done, done a thing for me
It's on me, and I know things will be, and this song is heaven sent (now ain't nobody did shit for me, I know some things are meant to be, yea)
Wait a minute let me do me
Got the devil tryna lure me
But I'm a put it on the line
I'ma snap on everything
Hold up think about it, yea, that's like a QB
I'm tryna' juggle the struggle, I'm tryna' celebrate
With the same team that saw the play from the huddle
I swear to God they fucking like it how my flow changed up
And when I'm with my new ting don't bring my old ting up
Like what's up, you fucked up
There ain't no way they can ignore us
I'm 'bout to take the struggle bus and flip it to a tour bus
I made this how I want it, hear me smile when I say it
So we don't pop champagne nowadays we spray it
Okay it's me though, and it's the only one
We just had a ton of fun
Then she bought my dinner like she owed me one
And everything I say I really mean it
I used to hate school but I still like Old English
Enough with these demons
Man this year I lost my way
And I'm lucky that I found it
Patched up the holes in my heart
With this album
Man they want it like this, I'ma do it like that
They want me to leave I'ma come right back
Now ain't nobody did shit for me
I know some things are meant to be
Yeah this song is heaven sent
And it's heaven sent, and it's heaven sent (heaven sent)
Ain't nobody done a thing for me, ain't nobody done a thing for me
Yea, now ain't nobody did shit for me, I know some things are meant to be (And I know some things are meant to be and this is so heaven sent)
They've been checking up on me, yeah I'm good with this
And I'm celebrating the present on some Christmas shit
I know they hate me, but I'ma get them back with this one
Hey, the real's back
And I know everybody feel that
I came home, made a flow of my own
I'll get my lawyer on the phone if somebody go to steal that
Hey, it's 'bout time we have some fun, right?
Yea, man all I really need is one mic
With no budget on it don't this shit sound nice
Not from your city, I'm really just here for one night
But if you looking you can find me in the zone I'm in it
I'm always staying on my toes, never losing my pivot
And if somebody talking down then I'm a find who did it
This shit is ground-breaking like a divot
Okay I hit them with the Konnichiwa, Hon Ga Kogga, Tsukidesne, Tanoshidesne, Turn my name to sensei
Do y'all comprenden? My shit me illi'ay
Man ain't nobody fucking with the Quill'ay
I had to slow it down, hold up let them get the memo
I swear this shit is way deeper than a demo
My bars got these major labels in a limbo
Pardon me while I catch my tempo
Man this year I lost my way
And I'm lucky that I found it
Patched up the holes in my heart
With this album
Man they want it like this, I'ma do it like that
They want me to leave I'ma come right back
Now ain't nobody did shit for me
I know some things are meant to be
Yeah this song is heaven sent (This is heaven sent)
It's heaven sent
Ain't nobody done, ain't nobody done, done a thing for me
It's on me, and I know things will be, and this song is heaven sent (now ain't nobody did shit for me, I know some things are meant to be, yea)
Wait a minute let me do me
Got the devil tryna lure me
But I'm a put it on the line
I'ma snap on everything
Hold up think about it, yea, that's like a QB
I'm tryna' juggle the struggle, I'm tryna' celebrate
With the same team that saw the play from the huddle
I swear to God they fucking like it how my flow changed up
And when I'm with my new ting don't bring my old ting up
Like what's up, you fucked up
There ain't no way they can ignore us
I'm 'bout to take the struggle bus and flip it to a tour bus
I made this how I want it, hear me smile when I say it
So we don't pop champagne nowadays we spray it
Okay it's me though, and it's the only one
We just had a ton of fun
Then she bought my dinner like she owed me one
And everything I say I really mean it
I used to hate school but I still like Old English
Enough with these demons
Man this year I lost my way
And I'm lucky that I found it
Patched up the holes in my heart
With this album
Man they want it like this, I'ma do it like that
They want me to leave I'ma come right back
Now ain't nobody did shit for me
I know some things are meant to be
Yeah this song is heaven sent
And it's heaven sent, and it's heaven sent (heaven sent)
Ain't nobody done a thing for me, ain't nobody done a thing for me
Yea, now ain't nobody did shit for me, I know some things are meant to be (And I know some things are meant to be and this is so heaven sent)
Credits
Writer(s): Leo Graham, Julio R. Gonzalez, Fredrick Farid Nassar, Gilbert A. Ruedaflores, Paul Edward Richmond
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