KING BEPA (feat. Arsonal Da Rebel)
Honest to God
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
Honest to God
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
The struggle made me
Hustle raised me
Since a baby, yeah
It was crazy
80's baby
Music saved me, yeah
They called me ugly
All them bitches tried to play me, yeah
Dirty lil nigga from the ghetto who was reppin' the block
The streets raised me, yeah
Gang bangin' all on my block
Runnin' from cops
Duckin' the shots
Hustlin' rocks
Most of the time my mother aint fuck with my pops
He in the kitchen he fucking up pots
I was too young but I watched
My family suffered a lot
Money was stuffed in my sock
But now I am up on the top
Now I can jump in the drop and go
Swervin' through traffic that's stop and go
Vacate the sun where its tropical
The shit from my past yeah its got to go
The hatred is deep in my city sometimes I don't want the love
My best friend sold his own uncle drugs
In my city nigga
Depression raised me
It plagued me since a baby, yeah
Bullets raining
I filled the clip
I raised it, yeah
To my temple
With Ars the Rebel
Lord forsake us, yeah
Pain to cope
In flames I go
Two hands aint praying', yeah
Talking to Kim like its hard to believe this
I was the dirty kid no-one believed in
Started from nothing I had to go run it up
Duffle of money don't count it just throw it up
Dirt on my name
I just don't give a fuck
They said the stars would never align
I ripped the stars from the sky
Back of the van those long nights
Back of the van that's tour life
16 with a death wish
Filled the clip I was desperate
Uneven seams on my knees I plead
Feed me bullets for breakfast
No Netflix im tuned out
No "More Life" imma do it now
Hollywood by the pool now
Beverly Hills with the top down
Im on top now
KING BEPA
Me and the Devil we runnin' in tandem
Running God ransom
Judi and Kim at the Grammy's with A****
I'm out
Honest to God
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
Honest to God
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
The struggle made me
Hustle raised me
Since a baby, yeah
It was crazy
80's baby
Music saved me, yeah
They called me ugly
All them bitches tried to play me, yeah
Dirty lil nigga from the ghetto who was reppin' the block
The streets raised me, yeah
Gang bangin' all on my block
Runnin' from cops
Duckin' the shots
Hustlin' rocks
Most of the time my mother aint fuck with my pops
He in the kitchen he fucking up pots
I was too young but I watched
My family suffered a lot
Money was stuffed in my sock
But now I am up on the top
Now I can jump in the drop and go
Swervin' through traffic that's stop and go
Vacate the sun where its tropical
The shit from my past yeah its got to go
The hatred is deep in my city sometimes I don't want the love
My best friend sold his own uncle drugs
In my city nigga
Depression raised me
It plagued me since a baby, yeah
Bullets raining
I filled the clip
I raised it, yeah
To my temple
With Ars the Rebel
Lord forsake us, yeah
Pain to cope
In flames I go
Two hands aint praying', yeah
Talking to Kim like its hard to believe this
I was the dirty kid no-one believed in
Started from nothing I had to go run it up
Duffle of money don't count it just throw it up
Dirt on my name
I just don't give a fuck
They said the stars would never align
I ripped the stars from the sky
Back of the van those long nights
Back of the van that's tour life
16 with a death wish
Filled the clip I was desperate
Uneven seams on my knees I plead
Feed me bullets for breakfast
No Netflix im tuned out
No "More Life" imma do it now
Hollywood by the pool now
Beverly Hills with the top down
Im on top now
KING BEPA
Me and the Devil we runnin' in tandem
Running God ransom
Judi and Kim at the Grammy's with A****
I'm out
Honest to God
Towards heaven I'm climbing
Through the rain
Towards better climate
I'll get you out
All I got is my word
You're all I got in this world
You're my girl
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Carlock
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