Heavenly Songtext
von Sylvan LaCue

Up in the sky, my niggas will play me


Ugh, it′s still a mission just for me to listen
Wake up every morning feeling tunnel vision
You know them stakes is high
You know them times is changed
And nobody is waiting for you to get it right
The pressure, I used to entertain lectures
Follow suit behind them opinions is broad
See this is how you find your place in the stars
The game changes every 6 months
Keep your mind sharp, stay ahead of the curve
You know the usual
I witness niggas at heights you couldn't fathom
Fall and to lows it all in the blink of an eye
Huh, scary
Pardon me and my pessimism or should I say
My confidence has been Godly watching these clowns
What a laughable view
I′m learning there's a difference between what you actually do
And dream talkers, let these actions approve
I keep my mouth shut nigga!
Labeled rookie, but experience varies to veteran status
I'm clever when active
My head is intact
If I ever stray away from what my mission implies
Please believe it′s just to better my passion
I′m from a city where niggas ain't got a check if you trappin′
Dread niggas keep it tucked in case a threat is in action
Maaaaaan, thank you Lord, look at me, heavenly

Oh oh oh
Up in the sky, and bitches they play me
I know it's wrong but please entertain me
Hate on my vision, they tell me I′m crazy
Oh if only you knew this world ain't gon save me
I pray to God, but too much is phase me
Oh just what you made, how could you blame me?
Mama don′t worry this world ain't gon change me
Even when I'm on the ground, just know that you raised me


These days I tell my niggas to pray for me
Because I been slippin′
Infatuated with ideas
No peace will reside here
My peers fear being irrelevant
Grinding for the sake of exposure, cool
Fake hoes keep your game face on
I′m thinking wider [?]
It's just expansion among kings
Ok ok let′s slow it down
Cuz going over niggas heads don't get a paycheck, right?
I feel it, back
Well let me talk my shit
I am not threatened
Matter fact I′m so past stressing, you half lesson
Great value versions of niggas who lack presence
Don't get me started I just call it how I see it
But please believe, you got a record?
That′s cool with me
You out your little wave?
That's cool with me
You got your little flow, auto-tune to please?
But none of you mothafuckas can fool me
I'm Q, nigga

Oh oh oh
Up in the sky, and bitches they play me
I know it′s wrong but please entertain me
Hate on my vision, they tell me I′m crazy
Oh if only you knew this world ain't gon save me
I pray to God, but too much is phase me
Oh just what you made, how could you blame me?
Mama don′t worry this world ain't gon change me
Even when I′m on the ground, just know that you raised me