The price of a life so hefty
The price of the ice much heavier
The price of the hype don't tempt me
The price of the envy? I get pettier
Leeches want the blood from me
Demons want the love from me
Say they want the dub for me
But you really don't
Raised up on some street ties
Learned to look a thief in the eye
And I learned to keep a baby blade right by my throat
Babies looking gritty
Ultrasonic look demonic
Like our history, the ego and the violence on repeat
Hunger don't look pretty
Always talking like its beef
But when it's time to meet and speak up
Then the shit is tongue and cheek
Picture perfect pistol popper, picture cropper uh huh
8 Years old his blunt was laced, became a monster uh huh
9 Years old his Christmas list was just a chopper uh huh
Import the shit from London town
It sounds like Sampha uh huh uh huh
The price of a life so hefty
The price of the ice much heavier
The price of the hype don't tempt me
The price of the envy? I get pettier
Backwards walking
Homie burned alive soon as he passed the aux
They serving fiends, one hit, dancing like a Jabawockee
Murder sprees, I ain't come outside to catch a body
If I got to I'm a trampoline for anybody
Granny get her rent paid from a fiends pain
You won't hear a thing she's silent, she's on vibrate
Yo, Rockefeller rain dance
Homocide parade
And the crown is on a payment plan
Fuck with me
Survived the cyphers with a hundred snakes
I'm venomless
Chipped off every nail on my ten fingers
Had to penny pinch
Sloppy toppy sedative to numb the trauma
I've seen diamonds turn back into coal soon as the pressure left
I've already arrived
My name is Heaven, call on me you must be ready to die
My boys remind of the Fugees when they're ready to slide
Cause you can be their biggest hit whether you ready or not
Them boys know nothing 'bout no smoke it ain't no red in their eyes
Oh no oh no we no cholo
Poco loco want no?
Hoe go sloppy on this pogo
You won't stop me, you'll hear slo-mo
You'll roll solo, I still got New York behind me like I'm Cuomo
Como cruises with the whole gang
And we came with it, we no broke gang
We arrive twelve on the dot com with dough man
And I still black on every line like the Soul Train
When you great the haters start to dread it like the old Wayne
Now it's twenty four k's on him like a gold chain
All because he decided to name him when he told things
Clear his noodle was twisted but that low mayne
I can't respect it nigga, Heaven nigga
The price of a life so hefty
The price of the ice much heavier