BULLS FROM HEAVEN (feat. Cotto)

Yo We call it Heaven sent, but they call it a problem I just gotta thank God for what he's made me and all my options, you feel me man? Put ya hands up if you ready for this one, baby (Yeah, huh, Sablo) I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect My demons deserve it, to conquer they purpose I know that they worth it, we serving it up What? From the slums where I'm from Niggas sleep in they whips, and they cuddle they guns Niggas think that shit sweet, cuz they saw me on streets That be known for the peace, but I stay wit my piece Boy I hate all drama, that's stemming from problems, cuz niggas ain't honest You know that it's conscious, the choices they making They stay in the basement, I rose to the attic, with niggas like minded We smart but we grimy, my killas behind me The bullshit in front of me, thank God for company That I be keeping, I give em no reason for treason We cheesin', I'm pleasin', with chains with the face of they Jesus I told em you rock for me, nigga I'll kill for you, yuh That's the truth Used to smoke boof, now we chilling in coupes And we dropping the roofs Yeah, that's the truth Hit up Sky Duece, he the plug with the shoes We been smoking on Indo since we was in school That's my nigga he coo, that's my nigga he bool Yeah, that's the truth Had to hit Goose, cuz he asked for the truce Got love for my niggas, I'll give em' a chance They putting me on, watch me split the advance Rock all my niggas clothes like they designer Bitch, cuz they is We plotting extravagant cribs We pushing them luxury whips I might call a meeting to talk our financials, make sure all my niggas is lit Shoutout to Nipsey, Black Sam, and all of the heroes that gave us a plan I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect My niggas deserve it, to conquer they purpose I know that they worth it, we serving it up Run with my, huh, run with my I run with my bulls Run with my, huh, run with my I run with my bulls We keep our heads up when we outta the cut We stay on our grind, all my dawgs stackin' up You hearing the horns then you know that we up You hearing the horns and you know that we up Run with my, huh, run with my I run with my bulls Run with my, huh, run with my Run with my bulls I put my hands up cuz I came from the bottom I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless, (Yuh) Bitch