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letra de heaven sent - rob wellz (rap)

[verse 1]
my galaxy password different than my xs max
i’m locked out now, i almost made my lexus crash
n-ggas know i steer with knees while i text and dash
shawty sent some titties, i told her to send some ass
she’s no angel but i think she got a sense of mass
i like dollars, y’all lil’ n-ggas make no cents in math
y’all gone find out soon none these trends gone last
y’all gone find out soon friends worth more than cash

[chorus]
this for the trench and this for the gutter
been locked to a bench right next to my brother
b-tches get drenched with the dusee this summer
ride with my soldiers like troops in a hummer
i need a lambo and behind me a royce
and in my lambo i need chanti mccoy
or maybe i need jenaske and some hennessy
even on demon time, lookin’ heaven sent to me

[verse 2]
my progress can pass any lie test
i ain’t slowin’ down, i’m nowhere near the light yet
going for the crown, i never let the mic rest
never been a clown, don’t kiss ass to fight less
respect in my repetition
born in direct position
i’ll make it rain deer but just ’cause i respect the vixen
i been respect the vision
y’all just expected wisdom
y’all couldn’t make it through a hour in the way i’m livin’
my right eye stays on the block at the right time
smoking on some green in between yellow and white lines
dropped all the work like my roof ’cause it’s night time
music loud, avoiding the n-ggas who like to fight crime
rap is my life, y’all n-ggas could use a lifeline
my story tells itself, i don’t even have to write mine
feds did a sweep, it’s hittin’ different my n-gga
3 calls every day of the week, still on that mission my n-gga
that’s something n-ggas in the circle gonna gasp at
table with the calamari, where my glass at?
told all my n-ggas “we gon’ win and we gon’ pass that”
paranoia, 2 hours nightly, taking fast naps
just the hit the road like “motherf-cker where the cash at?”
and 2020, no, sorry, we don’t do no cashapp
no, no, no
and you know this
[chorus]
this for the trench and this for the gutter
been locked to a bench right next to my brother
b-tches get drenched with the dusee this summer
ride with my soldiers like troops in a hummer
i need a lambo and behind me a royce
and in my lambo i need chanti mccoy
or maybe i need jenaske and some hennessy
even on demon time, lookin’ heaven sent to me

- rob wellz rap

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