Heaven 4 A Gangster lyrics - The Game

Can't forget about my OG Heron

My nigga' Montreal

My nigga' 2Pac

Hussein Fatal

And Kadafi

It's like riding down Greenleaf

Dre Day, smokin' green leaf (uhh)

Draco' in the front seat

And just to think, I made all this off one key

Hurricane

Two feet in Compton, one deep

Can't ride with me, 'less I'm Pimp C and you Bun B

My flag ain't got no stars on it, fuck my country

Get your toupée knocked off tryin' Donald Trump me

I'm the OG to the YG's

You ain't seen what I seen

My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19

She died, but the baby kept stompin'

That how hard us little niggas come up

Born and raised in Compton

We earned this shit, we learnt this shit

City used to be all white

Look how we turnt this shit

2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense

A little soldier ain't from Bompton

I put that on the homies

God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. Fuck Donald Trump, homie.

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

God, forgive me for my sins

World full of bitch niggas

Lord, keep me out the pen

Keep my sons on the right track

My daughter on her momma side

Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide

You don't father like I father, nigga

I father kids and I father niggas

I done been on Lil’ Yachty

Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi

Got bricks from the Migos

And my bitch is bad and boujee

Every time I turn around

Somebody trying to sue me

And old friends turn colors

Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi

I promise this ain’t a movie, my nigga

This ain’t on Netflix

This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip

Another dead body on the dance floor

That’s what them hood niggas do, when them bands low

Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo

Fuck a pistol, what these hands for?

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)

Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)