[00:01.778]Heaven, crib big, it's like a church
[00:07.677]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big it's like a church
[00:13.464]My first ride in a Phantom was with my homie Lil Wayne
[00:16.799]Now I got one myself and I'm ridin' in my own lane
[00:20.161]Me and my brother got labels and got 'em both on my chain
[00:23.471]Jet Life, nigga, Taylor Gang, yeah, it's all the sam
[00:27.097]Then I flew out to Memphis with a pound and some champagne
[00:30.218]I poured it with Dolph, then flew home to my vault
[00:34.155]Smoking one in celebration, Fendi P just bought a Porsche
[00:37.347]Spitta never fallin' off, he'll forever be a boss
[00:40.636]And I never switched the sauce, been myself from ****ing one
[00:44.094]Rep the 'jects, that I done, that Corvette ZR1
[00:47.516]I'm not there, I'm on the run, gettin' checks, more to come
[00:50.805]Both my pinkies, both my wrists lit up like I'm on the sun, wait
[00:54.716]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[01:02.166]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[01:08.668]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[01:12.633]Fresh to death, I should've pulled up in a ****in' hearse
[01:15.536]Rap game, **** game, yeah, it's all wor
[01:19.135]Rap game, **** game, tell me, what's worse
[01:22.021]I just motivate all the hustlers, especially the dealers (Yeah)
[01:24.694]All my niggas my niggas and all my bitches my bitche
[01:28.222]Yeah, I'm all 'bout my figures (Yup), I ran all out of feelings (Yup)
[01:31.667]Rollin' weed up while I'm counting, my lil' nigga think that I'm brilliant, ay
[01:36.172]Rollin' out the pound (Pound), pour it 'til it's dirty (Raw)
[01:39.272]Eatin' pancakes, drinking champagne, it's just 12:30 (Damn)
[01:42.569]All this ice around my neck, it got your girl flirting (Woah)
[01:45.953]I'm a legend where I'm from, nigga, like Pee Wee Kirkland (Ayy
[01:49.485]You a nigga where you from, nigga, like Pee-wee Herman (Damn
[01:52.802]Seven gram blunt, half OG, half sherbet (Woo)
[01:56.249]Five chains, two rings, and my Rollie on (Ayy, ayy)
[01:59.679]They say he on that mob shit, I feel like Al Capon
[02:03.599]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[02:09.988]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[02:16.128]I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
[02:20.351]Fresh to death, I should've pulled up in a ****in' hearse
[02:23.688]Rap game, **** game, yeah, it's all wor
[02:26.994]Rap game, **** game, tell me, what's worse

Heaven, crib big, it's like a church
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big it's like a church
My first ride in a Phantom was with my homie Lil Wayne
Now I got one myself and I'm ridin' in my own lane
Me and my brother got labels and got 'em both on my chain
Jet Life, nigga, Taylor Gang, yeah, it's all the sam
Then I flew out to Memphis with a pound and some champagne
I poured it with Dolph, then flew home to my vault
Smoking one in celebration, Fendi P just bought a Porsche
Spitta never fallin' off, he'll forever be a boss
And I never switched the sauce, been myself from ****ing one
Rep the 'jects, that I done, that Corvette ZR1
I'm not there, I'm on the run, gettin' checks, more to come
Both my pinkies, both my wrists lit up like I'm on the sun, wait
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
Fresh to death, I should've pulled up in a ****in' hearse
Rap game, **** game, yeah, it's all wor
Rap game, **** game, tell me, what's worse
I just motivate all the hustlers, especially the dealers (Yeah)
All my niggas my niggas and all my bitches my bitche
Yeah, I'm all 'bout my figures (Yup), I ran all out of feelings (Yup)
Rollin' weed up while I'm counting, my lil' nigga think that I'm brilliant, ay
Rollin' out the pound (Pound), pour it 'til it's dirty (Raw)
Eatin' pancakes, drinking champagne, it's just 12:30 (Damn)
All this ice around my neck, it got your girl flirting (Woah)
I'm a legend where I'm from, nigga, like Pee Wee Kirkland (Ayy
You a nigga where you from, nigga, like Pee-wee Herman (Damn
Seven gram blunt, half OG, half sherbet (Woo)
Five chains, two rings, and my Rollie on (Ayy, ayy)
They say he on that mob shit, I feel like Al Capon
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
I'm going straight to heaven, crib big just like a church
Fresh to death, I should've pulled up in a ****in' hearse
Rap game, **** game, yeah, it's all wor
Rap game, **** game, tell me, what's worse