HEAVEN SENT

[spoken male intro] “I wanna start with full hearts that don’t have to be fixed for this is a love we can just add to” Hm [Sampled Female Singing Vocals] “I don’t want to fall in love, I wanna rise in it I want the type of love that give you good posture The type of love to hold your pride in it” [Intro] Hm Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, yeah) Ayy, what? (Mmm, mmm, mmm) Ayy, mmm Mmm, mmm Mmm, mmm (Oh, sh*t) Yeah Ayy, ayy, yeah [Verse] 'Fore you go (Before you go), I gotta (I gotta), make a wish (Make a wish) Gimme this (Gimme this), gimme that (Gimme that), gimme this (Gimme this) Oh, sh*t, (Oh, sh*t), can I live? (Can I live?) I ain't askin' for forgiveness (For forgiveness), is what it is No takesies-backsies (No takesies-backsies), heaven-sent me (Heaven-sent me) Not many like me (Not many like me), too rare to die, G (Too rare to die, G) My tombstone ain't got no birth or death dates (Ayy) Got a hot 97 for ya b*tch mates (Mmm) I heard he went out in a .38 way You don't want it to be ya birthday (No) 'Cause if I pull it, it's a work day (Work) If I pull it, that's a long night (Night) And if I pull it, I don't care if it don't sound right (Right) It was funny in the gun store Hahahaha (Ha), I mean the drum store (Drum) Got a new mag and a pair of sticks Ready to play it like an instrumental hit (Hit) I heard ya squad was in some incidental sh*t That's what happen when ya throw the wrong set up N*gga, bet up, 'fore I show you what I'm made of (What I'm made of) Yeah, n*gga, bet up, 'fore I show you what I'm made of (What I'm made of) Heaven-sent, n*gga, made from God's cut (God's cut) Heaven-sent, n*gga, made from God's cut (God's cut) Goddamn [Bridge] Hahahaha Yeah, yeah Doin' sh*t right If I'm pullin', then I'm pullin' If I'm pullin', then I'm pullin' Goddamn Hahahaha Yeah, yeah Doin' sh*t right If I'm pullin', then I'm pullin' If I'm pullin', then I'm pullin' Goddamn Yeah, yeah Hahahaha [Verse 2] Harlem night, heaven sent Home of all the hell and sh*t Home of all the hella whips Like Uncle Phil, no, we ain't sellin' it But I might f*ck around and sell a bit 'Cause some say, "It's 'bout who you sell it with" I'm like, "It's 'bout who you tellin' with" Can't let the homies in, we celibate Just 'cause you new in town, you celibate I might f*ck around and tell a b*tch We made it out the hell of it And the clothes hella crisp Goyard, hella drips And my voice heaven sent Wavy boy, a hell of this No chorus, the verse heaven sent And the life is hella lit Sippin' on some medicine You would think it's heaven sent (Ah, uh, ooh) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Yeah (Ah, uh, ooh) Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh [Verse 3] Uh We out this b*tch It's the soundtrack to the movie Brought the big screen to your TV, you heard? I'm like Mike on a mic, make your earphones scream He a b*tch in real life, but online, he a G I'm like Yams when I yam on your b*tch, then I leave She like Cam when I cam with the d*ck, "Ooh-wee" Wait, I mean, "Pause" is what you said, I was paused What you said was in awe, I ain't sayin' "What you saw" I'm just playin' with you all, all the ladies wanna ball When you talkin' to a ball