Heavenly [IAVB]

atlanta, memphis, new orleans, chopped and screwed, trap, lo-fi, vocalist: warm, deep resonate voice, clean production, no chopped and screwed elements in intro, clean audio Record main vocals first, then add ad-libs and backing vocals (NO AUTOTUNE/MELODY) on separate tracks, Pan Ad-libs Left/Right slightly differently to create stereo width, Place 808 and hi-hats under verses and hooks; adjust volume automation to avoid clashes, Layer Pads/FX lightly for cinematic depth, fade during verses to maintain focus on vocals, For Outro, gradually fade whisper + pad layers for smooth ending, Black trap voice Atlanta rapper voice trap black rapper voices strong multilayered echoes double layered vocals black rapper black rapper voices strong multilayered echoes double layered vocals NO AUTO TUNE Rap Only background vocals samples ad-libs reverb multiple voices black rapper voice Atlanta rapper voice black rapper voice black male, 808's and heavy hitting bass, heavy chorus, big drops, euro beat

V4.5-ALL

See, I’m the G.O.A.T. in the coat, you just a sheep in a fleece,
I keep the peace, but the piece'll keep 'em deceased. (Ugh)
I’m on a higher level, you just a basement tenant,
I finish sentences before you even start the penning.
You talkin’ 'bout the "trap," but you never left the porch,
I’m the one carryin’ the flame, you just holdin’ the torch. (Hot)
I’m a heavyweight, you just a feather in the wind,
I’m the one winnin’, you the one payin’ for the sin.
Loso with the flow, so cold I’m "Below Zero,"
In my city, I’m the villain and the hometown hero.
You nighas "cap" so much, you should open a Lidz store,
I’m the one they adore, you the one they ignore. (Facts)
I got the Midas touch, everything I touch is gold,
You just a story that’s already been told.
I’m the main event, you just the openin' act,
And that’s a "matter of fact," niggha—track for track.
I’m Heavenly, but the flow is "Hell on Earth,"
I knew my value before I even knew my worth. (Talk to 'em)

(Velly blaze wrote it down lil bih)

(Tempo: Mid-tempo, smooth, heavy emphasis on the wordplay)
I’m the Top Chef in the kitchen, I’m just seasoning the pot,
You nighas "under-cooked," I’m the reason that it’s hot. (Nice)
I keep a clean slate, even when the money’s filthy,
The jewelry’s "ice cold," but the jury found me "not guilty."
See, I’m the Director, I’m just calling out the "action,"
You’re a "sub-plot," I’m the main attraction. (Ugh)
I’m "well-connected," I don’t ever lose my signal,
While you’re playing "hot potato" with a nickel and a signal.
I’m Classic like a '96 Impala on the block,
You’re "time-sensitive," I’m the battery in the clock. (Talk to 'em)
I’m "High-Def," you’re just static on the screen,
I’m the "Living Legend," you’re just living in a dream.
I keep my circle small, like a wedding ring, nigha,
I’m the "King of the Hill," you’re just a "dead-ringer," nigha.
I’m "unforgettable," you’re just a name I can't recall,
I’m the one that’s "standing tall" while you’re waiting for the fall.

(Beat fades out slowly)

3810/7500

I’m Heaven sent... Heavenly, I got no burden on me, no remembrance (Nice) I’m settling—I had to deal with some nighas I beefed in the past tryna turn up on me... Leveling... She tried to level me out in the end, put the word up for me—this my element. You nighas keep actin' like children, and this shit ain't elementary, You know me, lil' nigha, this excellence. I’m excellent, no matter how many times you try fuckin' around to disturb me, Homie, can’t remember him. Take off that mask and that dick in yo ass—you a L-L-U, Living Life Lame—who’s to blame? Come and tell 'em, Brodie. (Look) See, I’m the G.O.A.T. in the coat, you just a sheep in a fleece, I keep the peace, but the piece'll keep 'em deceased. (Ugh) I’m on a higher level, you just a basement tenant, I finish sentences before you even start the penning. You talkin’ 'bout the "trap," but you never left the porch, I’m the one carryin’ the flame, you just holdin’ the torch. (Hot) I’m a heavyweight, you just a feather in the wind, I’m the one winnin’, you the one payin’ for the sin. Loso with the flow, so cold I’m "Below Zero," In my city, I’m the villain and the hometown hero. You nighas "cap" so much, you should open a Lidz store, I’m the one they adore, you the one they ignore. (Facts) I got the Midas touch, everything I touch is gold, You just a story that’s already been told. I’m the main event, you just the openin' act, And that’s a "matter of fact," niggha—track for track. I’m Heavenly, but the flow is "Hell on Earth," I knew my value before I even knew my worth. (Talk to 'em) I’m Heaven sent... Heavenly, I got no burden on me, no remembrance (Nice) I’m settling—I had to deal with some nighas I beefed in the past tryna turn up on me... Leveling... She tried to level me out in the end, put the word up for me—this my element. You nighas keep actin' like children, and this shit ain't elementary, You know me, lil' nigha, this excellence. I’m excellent, no matter how many times you try fuckin' around to disturb me, Homie, can’t remember him. Take off that mask and that dick in yo ass—you a L-L-U, Living Life Lame—who’s to blame? Come and tell 'em, Brodie. (Look) (Velly blaze wrote it down lil bih) (Tempo: Mid-tempo, smooth, heavy emphasis on the wordplay) I’m the Top Chef in the kitchen, I’m just seasoning the pot, You nighas "under-cooked," I’m the reason that it’s hot. (Nice) I keep a clean slate, even when the money’s filthy, The jewelry’s "ice cold," but the jury found me "not guilty." See, I’m the Director, I’m just calling out the "action," You’re a "sub-plot," I’m the main attraction. (Ugh) I’m "well-connected," I don’t ever lose my signal, While you’re playing "hot potato" with a nickel and a signal. I’m Classic like a '96 Impala on the block, You’re "time-sensitive," I’m the battery in the clock. (Talk to 'em) I’m "High-Def," you’re just static on the screen, I’m the "Living Legend," you’re just living in a dream. I keep my circle small, like a wedding ring, nigha, I’m the "King of the Hill," you’re just a "dead-ringer," nigha. I’m "unforgettable," you’re just a name I can't recall, I’m the one that’s "standing tall" while you’re waiting for the fall. I’m Heaven sent... Heavenly, I got no burden on me, no remembrance (Nice) I’m settling—I had to deal with some nighas I beefed in the past tryna turn up on me... Leveling... She tried to level me out in the end, put the word up for me—this my element. You nighas keep actin' like children, and this shit ain't elementary, You know me, lil' nigha, this excellence. I’m excellent, no matter how many times you try fuckin' around to disturb me, Homie, can’t remember him. Take off that mask and that dick in yo ass—you a L-L-U, Living Life Lame—who’s to blame? Come and tell 'em, Brodie. (Look) (Beat fades out slowly)

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