BOTTOM OF HEAVEN Lyrics

Yo...

We all married to life from the start

Cause through all the craziness, its until death do us part

My art comes from the capital of the overdose

So many needles shared, we sending Heaven 100's of Holy ghost

My homies smoke is green gateways

And old-timers, they say

They told us, but we never sober

While white girls stretchin' Yoga

We white girl stretchin' Yola's

Measuring sodas, clever blazin better odors

From whomever we feels colder,

But never getting respect from real soldiers

Steel toters cause we grew up

With tools tucked on the school bus

Cause you fruit cups never fooled us

We pullin subs on subs, my whole school bust

And though the mood sucks

It's cool cause, I stay saying grace

Thankful this ain't a date, that I had to make a break

And I can change my fate

So nothing that they doing is ever going to make or break

My mind-state, it vibrates on our streets

Slangin slang with bass that bangs, is my hoods heart beat

They start beef -- when times is odd

That's why it's easier to grind some hard than to find a job

The ill get grimy and rob

They finding Bob dead in his favorite shirt on his way to work

A long day at church, Pastor didn't know what to say at first

I wasn't warned

That I was born in the Eye of the storm

In a world full of hate and harm

Fam on my shoulders

Holding the whole Totem Pole

As we go on this lonely road

At the bottom of Heaven

Cause all of my clientele

Been supplied so swell

To be high as Hell

And we won't explain

How our senses been acting funny

FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money

I wasn't warned

That I was born in the Eye of the storm

In a world full of hate and harm

Fam on my shoulders

Holding the whole Totem Pole

As we go on this lonely road

At the bottom of Heaven

Cause all of my clientele

Been supplied so swell

To be high as Hell

And we won't explain

How our senses been acting funny

FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money

I said a hater looks at what you can't do, while a fan

Loves and understand yo plans

Of doing the best that you can

Cause man everybody don't go to Harvard and Yale

They just know it hard and it sell

And this the part where we fail

Getting too involved with them scales

Og's front packs and supply you some shells

And we went to Hell and came back

Many fates lack -- knowing they slang crack

Since way back and still ain't got a Maybach

These straight facts and they hate that I say that

But the system hates Blacks

And they trapped too many in cells pacing

Cause of prints on shell casings

Missing family celebrations

Selling fakeness, we propelling greatness

And they say this -- my thoughts for the Food

Dude my food for thought fucking great like when God's in the Mood

Do not get confused, spam blocking ya views

And if I give you 2 things I knew as true

Just trust and know

Don't walk the walk too fast, and never run too slow

Cause when funds is low, guns do blow

As they come and go, like dead beats

A rare speech, clapping airing heat

Get ya body froze, with that I been shot pose

Leaving ya block cold

Sleep at ya wake, we watch ya box close

Street Niggas but now ya found underground; Potholes

And fucking with LOSIANO's peeps not wise

Keep that heat under the seat

Next to them dropped fries

Cause my guys preventing check engines

Filling kitchens, tripping on Islands missin

Care less about what you gettin

Unless you doing some division

Continuing to be beasting

Seeking Georgia Peaches on Florida Beaches

As west as California streets is

Yall can ignore the speeches

We still on shores or behind doors where the storms can't reach us

Enjoying tours with creatures each is

Just as unique as our creator sees fit

Blessing or a completed wish

I'm guessing we all dreamed of this

Moment took us an eternity to own it

Earning everything we ever wanted

A perfect performance

Prepare when the storm hits

I wasn't warned

That I was born in the Eye of the storm

In a world full of hate and harm

Fam on my shoulders

Holding the whole Totem Pole

As we go on this lonely road

At the bottom of Heaven

Cause all of my clientele

Been supplied so swell

To be high as Hell

And we won't explain

How our senses been acting funny

FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money

I wasn't warned

That I was born in the Eye of the storm

In a world full of hate and harm

Fam on my shoulders

Holding the whole Totem Pole

As we go on this lonely road

At the bottom of Heaven

Cause all of my clientele

Been supplied so swell

To be high as Hell

And we won't explain

How our senses been acting funny

FEELing like we can't HEAR you unless I SEE the money