Oh if you're there I will be blessed Heaven is the arms that hold us Long before we go When the world comes to gather me in Said who do you love the most Oh my ghost came by here Oh hey heyheaven is the place we know Oh hey, heaven is the place we know

Man the whole damn fam gon' touch the sky with me Touch the sky with me, touch the sky with me Tell me how that shit taste Only squad in it cause they solvin' me In the mob goin' up cause they go hard for me Yeah the only way is up, y'all gon' ball with

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Oh no, oh no Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be Oh no, oh no no no And throw away the key, boys The Joneses, they're not like you or me Lock 'em up, tight 'Cause if they had the chance they might Throw away the key, boys So

Hate and war The only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate, hate, hate, the hate of a nation A million miles from home And get war from the junkies

Back in the day Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right Remember back in the days when niggas had waves Cazal shades and corn braids Pitching pennies, honeys had the high-top jellies Shooting skelly,

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

And hold my hand, and moan again, I'ma hold that ass You the it girl, hey hey, my inspiration My compass spinnin', baby, it's the right destination, oh I got treasure to hide, so let's keep it from the strangers, hey Your waves, they wash all over me

Bitch, I've been blowin' up (bitch I've been blowin' up) Everyone showin' up, where was you in the beginnin'? I know that they're showin' up (know that they're showin' up) Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin' You do not know a thing

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end