January Twelfth - Heaven

Looking in my daughter's eyes is the closest I'll ever get to heaven
But Lord knows where I'm headed headed headed
Pray God let me into Heaven
ButLord knows where I'm headed headed
Looking in my Daughters eyes is the closest I'll ever get to Heaven

Hell I put that on the Reverend
Keep the steel reserved we ain't talk two elevens
For the breadren you get pop like an excedrin
Man this shit getting old
Swear this world is so cold
Gotta closet full of shoes
Still don't trust a soul
You would think my bitch is strippin when she put the clip in
How she work the pole
Lord knows Lord knows
Rose gold four fours
One of my Niggas got locked up
One of my Niggas got popped up
One of my Niggas just don't get the picture
he role with some Niggas that's not us
One of my Niggas be front
I wish he would keep it one hundred
One of my Niggas ain't really my Nigga so really my nigga it's nothing
They say that they real
You know that they fake
The reason that you at a funeral but they will go to yo wake
I look in my daughter face
Cause her eyes is the closest I'll ever get to Heaven

But Lord knows where I'm headed headed headed
Pray God let me into Heaven
But Lord knows where I'm headed headed
Looking in my Daughters eyes is the closest I'll ever get to Heaven

I count on a Bill like I'm Hilary
But you blow a bill like you Monica
Ya Honor I know you don't honor us
You know that the Feds are on to us
Y'all tryna locks us up that is unanimous
say you got tips and the shits is anonymous
All of these jews I should celebrate Hanukkah
I get more top than a Yarmulke
Uh
when the clip equipped with mad rounds
Niggas quick to lay ya ass down
Big potato on the 38 will leave the crime scene
With blood and hash browns
Niggas talking I don't give a fuck I the man now
The one that be talking always want a hand but never gave me a hand out
Fuck is you say I
Don't understand how niggas will hate
Be one of ya mans to take food off ya plate
Stab you in the back and then smile I yo face
Niggas is fake knew that from the gate
Aye
I told all my niggas to peep what you doing
Keep the 23 like they Jordan or Ewing
Ya Niggas is ruined
My niggas is moving
Like Metro I'm booming
So keep your influence
They say that they real
You know that they fake
The reason that you at a funeral but they will go to yo wake
I look in my daughter face
Cause her eyes is the closest I'll ever get to Heaven

But Lord knows where I'm headed headed headed
Pray God let me into Heaven
But Lord knows where I'm headed headed
Looking in my Daughters eyes is the closest I'll ever get to Heaven

Written by:
Bashir Price

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