H.O.E (Heaven on earth)
Go an spark a joint let's have a fuckin session
Learning every night until I go an die (Uh)
Master stay student at times I feel ruthless
I Channel most the energy into the fucking music
If I want a vehicle just put it on my tab
If you want a lady tell her sit up on your lap (Aye)
Talking to the team and we laughing to the breeze
What's that on my chest oh it's just the pleasant heat
We chilling at the beach just fuckin with bros (Uhh)
Dancing with the hoes don't even gotta foe
If you dare to try we can go toe to toe
If you wanna play then we got our pistols
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
She got a fat ass so ima call her cake hoe
But I got the tendency to kiss an embrace hoes
Ima play with life like its motha fuckin play doe
Ima spit facts like philosophy and Plato
Find a nice challenge
Tight rope balance
Say im in the state of flow
No room for malice
But I might dismantle
Only snares kicks drums left
Go an yellow tape it
Cause this game was an upset
Head bob hard like its motha fuckin dubstep
Take 2 drumsticks and made a combustion
Somethin from nothin aint runnin from nothin
Fuck what you think ya I know that its comin
Fruition your dream an it's right in yo realm
If there's a roadblock just GPS around
I came from the ground I can't even stop
I move like I bound and I still rep the south
Swear I cut ties with all the bummy people
Swear you motha fuckas just stuck up in a sequel
You call it realistic I call it pessimistic
Last this I'll do is be another statistic
What if Luther King just kept it as a dream
What if Steve jobs aint never found a team
Ima make a bridge keep you at a distance
Say the wrong words and you trip into abyss then
Stick to my taste but its formless like water
Embrace all the hate cause it sharpens my iron
Far from a tyrant far from a bitch
Keep a nice balance and you already feeling rich
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make tho
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
What I'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
Heaven on earth is what i'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
Learning every night until I go an die (Uh)
Master stay student at times I feel ruthless
I Channel most the energy into the fucking music
If I want a vehicle just put it on my tab
If you want a lady tell her sit up on your lap (Aye)
Talking to the team and we laughing to the breeze
What's that on my chest oh it's just the pleasant heat
We chilling at the beach just fuckin with bros (Uhh)
Dancing with the hoes don't even gotta foe
If you dare to try we can go toe to toe
If you wanna play then we got our pistols
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
She got a fat ass so ima call her cake hoe
But I got the tendency to kiss an embrace hoes
Ima play with life like its motha fuckin play doe
Ima spit facts like philosophy and Plato
Find a nice challenge
Tight rope balance
Say im in the state of flow
No room for malice
But I might dismantle
Only snares kicks drums left
Go an yellow tape it
Cause this game was an upset
Head bob hard like its motha fuckin dubstep
Take 2 drumsticks and made a combustion
Somethin from nothin aint runnin from nothin
Fuck what you think ya I know that its comin
Fruition your dream an it's right in yo realm
If there's a roadblock just GPS around
I came from the ground I can't even stop
I move like I bound and I still rep the south
Swear I cut ties with all the bummy people
Swear you motha fuckas just stuck up in a sequel
You call it realistic I call it pessimistic
Last this I'll do is be another statistic
What if Luther King just kept it as a dream
What if Steve jobs aint never found a team
Ima make a bridge keep you at a distance
Say the wrong words and you trip into abyss then
Stick to my taste but its formless like water
Embrace all the hate cause it sharpens my iron
Far from a tyrant far from a bitch
Keep a nice balance and you already feeling rich
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make tho
Champagne poppin
Fruits up on the table
Heaven on earth is
What I'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
What I'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
Heaven on earth is what i'm gonna make though
(Make though make though make though)
Credits
Writer(s): Farzad Keshmirian
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