Heaven Sent (feat. ATiK)

I expect to be locked up for some time
I hope I find that happiness before then
Like Melly I got something on my mind
But if I speak the truth, it's something they'll use against me
I got mugged, I know the guy, but I'll never snitch
Went out bought a gun, became a tougher man
Worked on myself, but still that PTSD creeping in
And so I fill my lungs as a way to cope with these sins

Not afraid to pop one, drop him on the corner
Coroners give the news to his mama
I've been stomped on, yes I'll knock one
Anything to protect myself and these commas
Never fuck with no cop, treat em just like my ops
Smile on my face when they get dropped
Crop them out the picture
If we never smoked, then I do not fuck witcha
I really got nothing to lose
Nothing to prove
This pain keeps building
I get high to the point I lose feeling
And now I'm resorting to drilling
Got visions of put him in a coffin
No matter what I do they're not stopping
Life can get hard seen it through these eyes
Gotta push through cause I can't press rewind
Glocks always loaded, and I keep it by my side
Extended mag so I'm not worried about your size
Frankly not stressing about your guys
People talk big, decipher out the lies
Had no choice but to hop on this grind
Had to earn myself a piece of this pie
I need a bad bitch who's down to ride
But I really gotta conquer my pride

Look, lately he ain't feeling heaven sent (no sir)
He can't see them blessings
Homie think he need a gun (I need it)
Go out cop a Smith & Wesson
He got on his mind
Now he need a weapon
Been questioning some choices
So he hope nobody test him

Running from some things
Anger, pain, and some aggression
Come up kinda questioned
You could blame his adolescence
Ima try to be the mediator
It's the evening, and you wanna get even with him
You know I'm gon ride with you
But first, Ima try to reason with you
So, why don't we paint a picture
Man, you got two choices, plain and simple
You can use a paintbrush or a loaded pistol
Whatever frame of mind that'll save you from that mental
Don't let hate blind you from the blessings
We been onto new things, and it's something special
You can leave it all behind keepsake memento
Or blow that nigga mind, pop a blood vessel
You got a lot to lose even if you don't believe it
You been running from some things, and we all can see it
So whatcha gon do, just add some demons
Man, we both know that won't subtract the feeling

Look, lately he ain't feeling heaven sent
He can't see them blessings
Homie think he need a gun
Go out cop a Smith & Wesson
He got on his mind
Now he need a weapon
Been questioning some choices
So he hope nobody test him

I expect to be locked up for some time
I hope I find that happiness before then
Like Melly I got something on my mind
But if I speak the truth, it's something they'll use against me