Heaven 4 Thugs

(album: Lord Knows - 2021)

Know it's heaven for a thug
On the day that I'm gone
So I ain't even trippin
Tryna write my wrongs
I been slanging held my own
I know god don't make em like me no more
Went and got a little money
They don't like me no more
Now a nigga keep a gun
Ain't no fighting no more
Nigga ain't no playing feds fair game in the field
Nigga better ask around shit get real

Nigga better ask around
The ones applying pressure on these niggas
Ain't no such thing as backin down
Better stand up to them
You better stand up them niggas
Don't you let a nigga take your man hood
We'll slide through you and you and your man hood nigga

Big body just do it don't even think about it
Up that bitch you and me gotta be somebody
Just to tell the truth, I hope you realer than you move
Cause this guide for real niggas if you never break the rules

Bitch we into starting problems
We ain't into paying homies
Tryna come up out the bottom
All my niggas really wildin
Gotta turn into a beast
In that jungle to survive it
Still feed a nigga bullets
I'm just tryna feed you knowledge
Went through hell to get shit poppin
I won't let ah nigga stop it
Had to pray to gangsta god
Cause there wasn't even no more options
And he told me keep yo chin up
You gon make it out the hood
Doing bad for the good
If you thinking that he couldn't

Know it's heaven for a thug
On the day that I'm gone
So I ain't even trippin
Tryna write my wrongs
I been slanging held my own
I know god don't make em like me know more
Went and got a little money
They don't like me no more
Now a nigga keep a gun
Ain't no fighting no more nigga
Ain't no playing feds fair game in the field
Nigga better ask around shit getting real

Last of a dying breed
Why they wanna play with me
What the fuck you think happened
When them niggas shot at me
Double back turn the light
We know they don't hang at night
Get her crackin broad day you know
I ain't just rapping right
Told me not to talk about it
Niggas think I really changed
Ever since the money came RSE still I bang
Niggas hate and bitches fake
I say it to they face
40 in my left pocket
Chopper right around the waist

Your opinions never matter you should save em
He ain't grow up in the hood I won't pave em
Got the hood up on my Bentley [?]
Ain't no feelings for no sucka's they disabled
Couple niggas round my life I knew a solid 4
Why the fuck was you doing this shit I need to know
Never mind hold the line I don't wanna know
But nigga tell me what the fuck I need to hear your CD for