I just opened up the window to heaven took the elevator to 57 we so high we
look over the weather drought over once I get to sell it but the plastic over
let's see the flakes drop the bigger soda see what it takes I'm gonna make
that bitch just like she's waking up can't mingle with her my just ain't
faking up I ain't faking at all get it 36 then I make it more you ain't making
noise we the ones with the most a little bitch I'm the one out here who's
TV Omega nigga we've been selling hoes stoves in the drop I was in it to the
road wanted to knock yeah we got plenty in the cop they rule with my jury on
don't make them drop yeah look at how we rock yeah clock in the mind clean
somebody's gonna get shot yeah nigga I'm on top yeah just broke a pot yeah
bar teens with the knots yeah a hundred shots a hundred shots yeah
a hundred for the white dude let the peace pop yeah
beams coming cop yeah feel fuck a cop yeah
sissies with the locks yeah sick out the trap head I wonder is it heaven for
you