Open Letter

They say Heaven is a place in the sky But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes Sometimes I'm in heaven with you Heaven with you (Who the f*ck are you) (I'm Reji) They say Heaven is a place in the sky But you make me feel like I'm there sometimes Sometimes I'm in heaven with you They say life is short but it's starting to feel like forever Cause the shit that I been through suppose to make me better Relapse Same problem Baby momma With my momma This year was better than last year Learned my lesson How it start to feel like it's class here Good liquor good times mixed bad peers New life you right I feel like it's trash here If you with me you with me And if you get me you get me I'm Post Malone with the shit cause right now I'm feeling so Whitney I'm off Henny I'm spinning it's to the top how I'm winning I start to feel like I fit in But how I feel like the villain The rapper say he gone hit me But this is not for the gimmicks And this is not for the fainted And this is not the friendship I'm spitting into fruition I come from humble beginnings Like I still got me a civic But that's was none of your Business I'm too busy chasin' fast life The cash right Burn match-light Please act right And uhhhhhh woah Too many times they abandoned me It got me in my soul I guess this how it goes So please leave me alone Too much drama to care about If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now Please get out my head now I get to this bread now Some things I mean most things never change Looking back on my past and I was probably to blame Letting certain shit slide was bringing me all the pain I figured out my family is not my family today Three years go by Where the f*ck the time go Where did I go Everybody fake now I know Take attendance Cause these mother fucking feelings no show I dropped Shake the spot Something like a snow globe Big dreams turn into big things Looking up to god like thank you for listening One eye closed I'm not talking bout' Bisping Shit look how the wrist gleam Look how the wrist gleam Too many times they abandoned me It got me in my soul I guess this how it goes So please leave me alone Too much drama to care about If I gone tomorrow please don't ask bout' my whereabouts You dumb little bitches need to get out my head now Please get out my head now I get to this bread now