Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour
Rap away your anger for god to let you into heaven,
When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them
It was like i was there, heaven in the skies.
I'm everything that they call nice
The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.
Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow
So choose the weapon you reckon will question your accession into heaven.
Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom
But to the case, my enemy never go above, only when there soul goes to heaven.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell
I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell
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