Paradise
Lately I been making music
I know the people consuming
I know they find it amusing
They blasting my shit while cruising
I'm laughing, it's kinda stupid
They asking how do I do it
I visualized and pursued it then realized I can do it
Why you rapping though so casual
You caged up like an animal
They poking you, provoking you
Oh God if they only knew
You're capable of killing it
Won't stop until they feeling it
Been getting lit like every night
The weed take me to
PARADISE
Heaven's gates are getting closer, I can't wait until it's over
I'm not saying I'm suicidal but I might be in denial
Where's my rivals why they missing
I had high hopes that they'd hear me
Bet they fear me, what's the point
See it clearly, smoke a joint
Make a tape with a bunch of features
Giving grades like I was a teacher
Ain't getting paid sitting in the bleachers
Been self made from the day I beat up my demons
I leave em' bleeding, deceased and they homies grieving to Jesus like they believe him
The pieces don't fit I'm squeezing them in with force
Of course I did it like that
Who you know that sick with the rap
Put em' on then I hit them with tracks
I know the people consuming
I know they find it amusing
They blasting my shit while cruising
I'm laughing, it's kinda stupid
They asking how do I do it
I visualized and pursued it then realized I can do it
Why you rapping though so casual
You caged up like an animal
They poking you, provoking you
Oh God if they only knew
You're capable of killing it
Won't stop until they feeling it
Been getting lit like every night
The weed take me to
PARADISE
Heaven's gates are getting closer, I can't wait until it's over
I'm not saying I'm suicidal but I might be in denial
Where's my rivals why they missing
I had high hopes that they'd hear me
Bet they fear me, what's the point
See it clearly, smoke a joint
Make a tape with a bunch of features
Giving grades like I was a teacher
Ain't getting paid sitting in the bleachers
Been self made from the day I beat up my demons
I leave em' bleeding, deceased and they homies grieving to Jesus like they believe him
The pieces don't fit I'm squeezing them in with force
Of course I did it like that
Who you know that sick with the rap
Put em' on then I hit them with tracks
Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Ramon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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