Rtg - 555

Heaven

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea

Can't get caught in no motherfucking mess
Your bitch she pull up, and now she undressing
Yea I'm just counting my blessings
Doing these drugs 'till I die, feel like I won't make it to heaven
No I don't give a fuck where I go, I just want to see my best friend
Counting up motherfucking Benjamins'
That hoe want to claim but I'm not your man
They talking that shit I don't understand it
Bitch I'm on a mission, I'm the man
Snakes start hissing, cut the grass
Hit this hoe and then I pass her

I see twelve I do the dash
Count my cash and do my dance
Can't wait 'till I, buy my Mom a mansion
One day that'll be past tense
I can't help but laugh at these broke boys
Yea y'all be gassing them up
Basically I'm saying they trash, yea they all wack
And I'm just passing them, lapping them
Talk my shit, not capping
Bitch you know I'm just rapping
Bitch ass fat so I'm smacking it
Four AM and I'm making hits
And I ain't gone stop until I'm rich
One day I'll be at the Ritz
Then you can say you remember this
Bitch I been rocking that Number Nine
I'm feeling cool as shit
Yea it's hot, like it's summertime
I'm feeling cool as shit still
All these drugs up in my system
Fuck this shit man it's a system
I was down bad need some assistance
Coming to terms with my existence
Do I really exist man?

Can't get caught in no motherfucking mess
Your bitch she pull up, and now she undressing
Yea I'm just counting my blessings
Doing these drugs 'till I die, feel like I won't make it to heaven
No I don't give a fuck where I go, I just want to see my best friend
Counting up motherfucking Benjamins'
That hoe want to claim but I'm not your man
They talking that shit I don't understand it
Bitch I'm on a mission, I'm the man
Snakes start hissing, cut the grass
Hit this hoe and then I pass her



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