Heaven Sent ft. SSJ Daki Lyrics

(It's that, that, that, that, boy, that nigga again)

(Bro, what? Bro, niggas don't know who you are type shit, like introduce yourself to these niggas)

(Uuuuuuuuuuuhh)

Go

Robbers, fiends, scholars, kings

Choppers, pleads, they all flock to me

I get dollars, green, lotta schemes

Plot on me, I'm a motherfuckin' god

In the pit, nigga, you get fucked up,

A little spit, hit the ground, bodies gettin' bunched up

And when you hear that fuckin' (click), you know that your luck's up, that boy a dumb fuck

Like, where he come from? He taste the bottom of the drop gun

Uh, someone told these niggas that they outta date

Couple years late to the game, but I'm still makin' plays

How you niggas on the same shit I heard in third grade?

I've been runnin' laps all night, y'all ain't even up in third place

(Hoo) That's a damn shame (That's a damn shame)

All these rappers talk (Hoo) on my damn name (On my damn name)

All y'all stalkin' my moves like a fan page (Like a fan page)

But I get it, SSJ the man (Aye)

Tell these bitch niggas go and step aside

Hop up on the mic, know it's gonna get me, (ahhh), energized

'Nuff to leave these rap niggas petrified

Terrorizing punks, snuff and punch till he's jeopardized

Catch a taste of gun to belly if you try to mess with mine

It's westernized, double S J as if I'm super sized

Niggas overlooking with them stupid eyes, coughing boof

Move without the troupe and you get looted, kick the boot aside.

Ok, I tend to be snapping, while in inglorious fashion

I'm passing up posers with passion, that's the size of the last of the rations

Im an animal rapping, attack, bash

Hack, stab, any beat that you passing up, yeah

Let me break it down a little bit

Enough to get it through the heads of all these little kids

I make tapes and write flows that light shows

Then take bank, that cash goes, you like those

Holla, holla, uh, mic check (Fuckin' assholes)

They don't got no bite left, talk and get your pipes wrecked

Ha, Daki like a killer with its eyes set

I don't get no money? Man this music shit a side check

I'm getting (Green) guda, Swiss, cheese, stackin hella p's

These niggas ain't believe, so now I'm sayin fuck the peace

Ha, Daki gonna win the game by any means

Even if these fuck niggas see me as the enemy

Robbers, fiends, scholars, kings

Choppers, pleads, they all flock to me

I get dollars, green, lotta schemes

Plot on me, I'm a motherfuckin' (God)

Uh, I'ma, yeah, uh, I'm a motherfuckin' (what?)

(God)