[Intro: Nick Grant]
Yeah
Well, alright
Uh
[Verse 1: Nick Grant]
Young fresh prince the way I fill banks
Tell me how you help a nigga and he still hate?
Drive-bys, whoever ain't hit, they'll get 'em later
They spin the block, swing back around like Will and Jada
These rats be lookin' for a way out, this shit's amazing
Just tell your sidepiece lighten up, 'cause shit is fading
I feel like Pac if this shit had never ended in Vegas
These niggas throwin' dirt, diggin' for your failures
Langston Hughes of these cold streets, a dope speech
I pull your bitch like Denzel when he show teeth
We just watchin' for the wolves dressed as Bo Peep
She just tryna ride the wood like it's floor seats, ballin'
Bitches lie more than these rap niggas
So we ain't worryin' 'bout nothin' other than facts, nigga
Yeah, feds tryna trap us, we ain't no rats, nigga
We holdin' on to what we knows like a baptism
My granny always had me in church, let's see the Lord
Nigga, until you caught that case, you ain't believe in God
When you dealin' with snow white, keep it short
Can't raise a man, can't teach a whore, I see your flaws (Yeah)
We jumped off the porch 'fore we completed chores
Right after Cuba got Nia Long, leave me alone
Every hood is like Vietnam, but where I'm from
These niggas bad with them texts, can't hit me via phone
Damn, young nigga, preach it (Preach)
I'ma last forever like a footprint in the cement
I was dead broke, now they gotta pay to see me
It's funny how live work, even karma's comedic, yeah
[Chorus: Tweet & Nick Grant]
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
Make you feel like I do (I do)
Make you feel like I do (I do)
Make you feel like I do (Oh)
And make you feel like I do (Yeah, yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Damn, nigga, you brave, sayin' you never sold crack
In the frontin' music business where everything is an act
Got me climbin' a mountain with a village on my back
Even the opps share the same site 'cause opposites attract
I get money like the white man, nigga, hold me down
Whenever hundreds keep on comin', I get aroused
Never hustle where you rest at, make Biggie proud (Baby, baby)
Tell your left about your right hand, nigga, that ain't allowed, shit
Ain't really had the cosign when I came in
In order to grow, just go through some changes
This shit is so much more than wantin' to be famous
I'm at your door like, "Aaron don't know no damn Franklin," let me in, niggas
[Chorus: Tweet & Nick Grant]
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
I'm gon' take you to heaven
Make you feel like I do (Yeah)
Make you feel like I do
Make you feel like I do
And make you feel like I do
[Outro]
Love sees to the core
I find it true that you cannot truly love others until you've given yourself this type of love
And when you do, you'll be a light that others won't always understand
But a light that they are undoubtedly attracted to
