Heaven

I'm really from the beach, these niggas get paid

Sharp about my shit, and when I flip it's like a switchblade

I ain't emulating after rappers who know all about the game

But can't take it forward, and they city like they scared to make a change

Who these youngins looking up to? Maybe it's you

So how can I teach them? Bout popping pistols, not principles

I used to wanna be like you too, nigga, I ain't gon' lie

Until I see how flawed your moves was with my own eyes

I just learned to stay focused on my goals, cause I'm chosen

Never gave up foe shit for a bitch, cause these hoes is open