Testo Party In Heaven

I ain't have a way, I had to make one
Jumped off the porch together don't mean yo' ass a day one
I seen you snake a nigga you love, I seen the hate come
Seen Larry Hoover in the hood, I mean a fake one

Niggas in Heaven havin' a gangster party (Gangster)
See, this right here, this a gangster story (Gangster)
(Oh, oh, a gangster) Gangster (Gangster, gangster)

My Rollie finally dance, OTF a family plan
We ain't had no car to slide on opps, I used my family van
Lost Iris I died, Nuski died, it's like I died again
Fresh out the feds, can't talk to you, they gon' try to tap me in
I'ma put my money inside this music 'cause I can't buy a friend
I tried like three, four times when they got locked, can't try it again
I choose you over you, I won't decide again
They having a gangster party in Heaven, I wish they'd let us in (Let us in)

Niggas in Heaven havin' a gangster party (Gangster)
See, this right here, this a gangster story (Gangster)
(Oh, oh, a gangster)
Gangster (Gangster, gangster)
I was on a mission with my mans (For real)
Gunpowdered up now, I'm pissin' on my hands
We just pickin' up on what them older niggas and them was sayin'
Sixteen we got fanned down, caught us with our pants down
I was on the block last, Glock nine, rocks, glass
Stop signs, hot cars filled with gas, black masks
If he make it wrap, this is he can't get no rack pass
Fail, how you think you gon' excel, with yo' black ass?
Crack baby pops left when it got bad
Layin' palettes, all your clothes in a black bag
Almost drove that boy insane, so he got a bag
Now he hopping off the plane, he got jet lag
Saw a murder, just a kid, he was traumatized
Kept his Glock, now he locked for a homicide
And he ain't trippin' that he's sitting in a box
'Cause it is what it is, and it's not, what it's not, nigga

Niggas in Heaven havin' a gangster party (Gangster)
See, this right here, this a gangster story (Gangster)
(Oh, oh, a gangster)
Gangster (Gangster, gangster)

I was raised around gangsters (Gangsters), fell in love with danger
Deep up in these streets, might have to fall in love with strangers
House party, thirty deep, we came strapped, all bangers
It was more than five shooters so we clapped all angles
Where I'm from, a nigga die, the whole city'll try to claim
One from your maker, you gotta die to be famous
My little cuz walkin' with a gun, I wish he stayed with gamin'
I can't say I'd die for y'all, for real, 'cause I see the streets change
When the worst enemy died on the other side, I ain't feel it
I don't talk to Master P, just 'cause of Herb I claim no limit
Then I seen't him with his new girl, text his phone, like, "Bro, you winning"
One-fifty and one-fifty, that's 300, ain't no difference

This a gangster party, this a gangster party
This a gangster party, this a gangster party

Niggas in Heaven havin' a gangster party (Gangster)
See, this right here, this a gangster story (Gangster)
(Oh, oh, a gangster)
Gangster (Gangster, gangster)