[Verse 1:Game]
Let my n***a C out
Hotbox the 7 til the smoke start to seep out
Got on chains like a slave in the deep south
Could've been Michael Jordan but I took the Master P route
Had to take the street route, n***as know what we about
Hard to snitch with the Glock knock your f**in' teeth out
And I voted for Obama n***a
But I'd still shoot you in front yo' mama n***a
Word to Michelle, got stripes like gazelles
Pour hot sauce in the devil food, strike a match in hell
Skip that yayo just to tip that scale
My favorite stripper drive a Maybach, I tip that well
Fish tail in the Phantom with a chick that's pale
White America's nightmare, rich black male
Used to work at Foot Locker, had to use my brother piss
I got the job, but he got hit with the fifth
[Hook]
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
Heaven's in your heart
Heaven's in your heart oh oh
Heaven's in your heart
Heaven's in your heart oh oh
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta?
[Verse 2: Game]
I think so but my blood still run cold
I'm tryin' to make my momma feel like Gabby's when she won gold
The greatest stories remain untold
As souls with no way transparent in that gun smoke
I told the story so my sons know
I believe there is a heaven for a gangsta n***a, Pun know
Use to have to pump blow to make my funds grow
Cuz when them funds low that Uzi weigh a ton though
Catch me in the morning sipping champagne on Instagram
Funny how that chandelier used to be a ceiling fan
Funny how that Buick Regal, turned into a Lam
Funny how Liddy's grandson turned into a man
I look around out here, a bunch of little me's
Everybody tryna do it big, a bunch of lil seeds
Since lil Jojo can no longer breathe
I'ma ask y'all for him so check it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Master P]
My n***a dead, didn't make the team
He could've been the next ML King
Young n***as rolling with them triple beams
Cup full of lean but why a n***a spilling dreams?
And the little homies died over Twitter beef
Black president, n***a should consider P
It's a dirty game n***a when you got cash
b**hes don't holla when the n***a on his a**
And the pigs hit the trap and they gots heat
I really know the motherf**ers wanted me
And now the world's scared of Chief Keef
He just a lil n***a tryna eat
I remember b**h 99
Now it's 20-12 I'm getting mine
Little n***as pay attention, all my real n***as know that I miss ‘em
[Hook]