Timothy Peterson - Heaven lyrics

(Audio Recording) [Eugenius] ...Saturday morning cartoons? [Cleff] He's got to, man [Eugenius] He really started that, didn't he? I'on know, I just (sigh) man......I guess I just want the good guys to win. Like, I don't these fake n***as to...especially from our city, like...cuz.......the people gotta choose you, so I don't want anybody who's, like, not really representin'. Not not representing, but just not like...not doin' it right. Everybody's tryna move to Atlanta, everybody's tryna... [Cleff] (Chuckles) [Eugenius] ...move to New York. Everybody's tryna...be f**in'...Raury or f**in'... [Cleff] Everybody's... [Eugenius] Everybody's tryna be Chance, everybody's tryna be Bino, everybody...everybody's tryna, like, win the Internet, but it's like, man, you just gotta be true to yourself. That's so corny, but you just gotta be true to yourself (Silence) [Eugenius] I don't know. Like, I'm not...I'on know (Silence) [Cleff] n***as s** today [Eugenius] n***as s** [Cleff] n***as s** a** [Verse 1: Eugenius] Uh! As of now it's one to nothin' One and O, the perfect score, I play until the judge is comin' Thunder rumbles up above, I know the son is up to sumthin' Sleepin' when the sun is up and never on a hungry stomach Thuggin' while yo son is crying, chuggin' tubby-tubby custard I ain't even tryin', droppin' nuggets in that honey mustard I ain't even whinin' if the other team is 20 up I dunk on number 23 and tell him get his bunnies up Etherin' the quote-unquote Jevohas who ain't God's Son Easy as an alley-oop whenever features lob one You feindin' for a basket, homie? I'mma help you find one I'm G-O-A-L-S, like the photo of a fine one See yo way to bed if you still snorin' on your local artists Laying down the groundwork, then we get to rollin' carpet Paint the house white, all we missin' is an oval office Cleff and Gene, 2016, my running mate is Bolt, you walkers [Verse 2: Cleff] Aye, you done homie? Lemme speak my piece (Lemme speak my piece) I ain't got no gun on me, so lemme speak my piece (Lemme speak my piece) I never got no funds on me, but lemme feed my niece (Lemme feed my niece) I been workin' too much homie, lemme reap my seed (Lemme rea...) In a world where the crowd gon' love you and ya fam don't know you Man, it's easy bein' ill I'm just actin' like I'm straight, but I throw up on a paper when I'm writin' Other rappers know I will And they puttin' on a show like they really on the road Talkin' 'bout they own lane and some mills? (Maaaan) But, these rappers usin' pens that they borrowed from a homie All my joints sound like I use quills (Mmm) It's just time I start to see my effort But, more is lesser, remember, we drown in seas of treasure I feel the pressure (woo!), homies 'round me want all my pleasure But, never stressin', they worth less than what's on my dresser Cleff, how you do that? I could teach you, come learn your lesson Then learn your next son, then tell him to go learn your grandson My wealth is handsome, wallet be throwin' temper tantrums Y'all better watch him, ghost in high school like Danny Phantom You gettin' bread? I'm stackin' up on my pancetta Time is money, tomorrow I'm turnin' one hunnit One second, all I needed was one second To find Heaven