LG - Heaven's Afternoon lyrics

[Intro] In the grand scheme of things We never were supposed to have sh** Born to lose, built to win Folarin, let's get it in [Hook] We ain't supposed to never have nothing We ain't supposed to never have sh** See the growth in my rhymes See my focus ain't on them Nah, at the top is just us, right Let's get it [Verse 1] PRPs or some dunks you ain't on Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor We can't leave, for we love the allure Hold mine down and stay above what you on On, I'm appeased and obliged Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini I'mma need me a light Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind I ain't know him but I wish I did Each one, teach one, may the youth live On that, Joey Bad please hold your head Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair While them n***as scared, we forever here Hate to see you smile, money everywhere Dream k**ers out, I see them in the rear Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer Amen [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here I reckon your barbershop talk of this Heavenly father, may the spirit of God Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick All we need Keisha, all we need Becky All we need is God, and fed free fetti My little buddy livestrong, young n***a peddle He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wet him Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather Before see the jail again, he gonna see the devil Been a week since he seen his mother And 18 since he seen the other I'mma pray for him It's safe to say, he got some pain within It ain't too much that I can say to him Cause my bank statement don't relate to him [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen When I came through this b**h Paper tagging on lean Baddest b**h in the game n***a that was ya'll dream Hold up, let me get a feel Like Jackson, hold up I don't feel these n***as, nah Hey Wallace [Verse 4: Wale] Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused I'm Kobe, I k** these n***as I ain't scared of these n***as Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal's field goal percentage Yeah me n***a Till the brokest n***a with me got a mil plus interest Meek keep living Get em [Verse 5: Meek Mill] When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the sh** Told my P.O "she locked me up I'mma do the time, come home and still be this rich" Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch Got these RICO n***as tryna k** me and sh** Hol' up, tryna k** me and sh** Let me get the flow back, I was k**ing this sh** We was k**ing them strips, drop heads -- no ceilings and sh** Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, b**h I'm talking them things 300 in chains, got a million in whips, n***a, ho [Hook] [Outro] Started from the bottom n***a But now we grinding till the law come get us For the money and them commas n***a But can't forget about vagina n***a Started from that bottom n***a But now I got it it's a problem n***a For that money and them dollars n***a And I ain't rich but I'm still shining n***a I'm still shining n***a I'm still shining n***a Shining n***a We still shining n***a Shining n***a We still shining n***a Shining n***a Let me shine my n***a