Heaven [Dirty Version]

How the f*ck we go so hard Working all goddamn day get no reward Better get on your marks get set go, this dough take no days off I put my plan in motion, your swag is broken These songs I’m making got this nation under mass hypnosis Okay, we don’t f*ck with you assholes, gassed up like Castrol More stamps in my passport, that’s bad news like tabloids Came up on that Death Row, West Coast, Bad Boy I was ducking my landlord, looking out for my standpoint I’m Sammy Sosa, they catch emotions Mamis lack composure when the camera flash is open Paper planes get me lifted they say Red Bull give you wings I can sit you in business, a power trip, you should tip I’m fresh to death in this motherfucker I asked a question, I’m in a 7 Now can you parallel in this motherfucker? I’m high as heaven now bust it open Seven eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven It’s funny how shit change With a little foreign exchange Bitches doing shit strange For a little shit change And niggas wanna act like, they ain’t finna act right When I order my shit though, bring mine with a flashlight I got a milli in my pocket and it feels so good With just a little profit man the whole city shook But I don’t give a f*ck cause I’ma get back to it and my kick-game make a nigga sick like uhhh I don’t give a f*ck when I’m skating these streets and bitches all over this motherfucking beach With that foreign ahhh, legs spread, Jordan sign I’m fresh to death in this motherfucker I asked a question, I’m in a seven Now can you parallel in this motherfucker I’m high as heaven now bust it open Seven eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven Okay I can’t lie I’m smoked up namageng’ ami and we roll the tenth time We choked up on that good stuff and we flowing damn high On beats we owning the streets and that’s no fucking damn lie I know Soweto testify Alright, call us up cause we’re kings on For this balling shit we got rings on New whip, two chicks with her friends in the mix and you know these bitches gon’ cling on Star-trekking, I’m Jason Statham on that bar action A few shots and she’s expendable, got her in the car laughing like Athi kimi Magazini, awung’thathe s’hambe siye kini Ngam’ tshela straight I’m too high to drive & I’m way over my limit Wathi kimi no biggie Let’s do backseats & get kinky Ngathi okay my love you’re too cool as f*ck as I’m burning down my sticky I’m fresh to death in this motherfucker I asked a question, I’m in a seven Now can you parallel in this motherfucker I’m high as heaven now bust it open Seven eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I'm high eleven I’m fresh to death in this motherfucker