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Intro:Shit, sometimes man I just,get stressed out I be like damn yo,I wanna go over here and smack a nigga upyou know what I'm sayin'Crime Syndicate shit though niggaz know usKnow what I'm saying my peeps put me onFor real ... shit's fucked up yoYou know what I'm saying religion's all goodBut where was heaven? YoVerse 1:An ordinary cat from outta projectsSince I was younger thoughMom raised her childrenPops dipped a long time agoIn my mind I see flashbacksI had no fancy clothesSkinny, ugly, notty head nigga crying with a snotty noseEven though my father neglect he pay the child supportHadn't seen him all these yearsI hug his ass in courtAlways saying I'm coming to get you and I be waiting toHoliday and birthday presents was never coming through'Member at the age 13 I started smoking weedHangin' out wid cats that was older start to run the streetDropped outta high school selling drugs, impressing chicsSpent most my cheddar on gear My man was buying whipsNew York, Jamaican, Miami niggazFlooded Virginia quick Cause signing work only if buying pressure was high as shit'Member when I first got hitI seen the iron spit50 cash bend in one corner bleeding where pellet hitMy man Shawnny Hill doing strongSlug burnt through his lower back sideCracked his spine exit his armLost him twice on the hospital tableAnd when he died I cried my eyes outI couldn't take it (damn damn)But the same things continued to happen Niggaz got bustI'm a kid with a grown man's mind turning corruptPlaying innocent infront of my eldersI was running with them cats that be robbing to awkward (man tell 'em)If my name was up in any type troubleMy moms would tell me Just like you brothers into some shit go get a job or somethingJust a little bum on the streetNot working hard for nottin'Scratch I made whenever pumpingI'm here to offer somethingMaking sure the crib stay tightFor real I weren't no dummySimmy where you gettin' this moneyI wash a car be lyingSaying anything 'sides drugs sellingMy sister seen me on the blockTransact with fiends saying I'ma tell itGrowing up was hell no doubtI wonder where was heaven(women singing in the background)For real though,Always look for that place call heaven,It's never there,I seen my man's an' 'em gets.. just get blastedon the block,Know what I'm saying?I go in the crib I got stains all over my shirtKnow what I'm saying?And my mom's knew the type of shit I was going throughCause I was a project kidVerse 2:Now I'm a grown manStill It's like life dealt me the wrong handCat's that was my man be frontin'Or either found deadSound said incarcerated just turned a new dadRemembering them long ten months from slengin'crack bagsMom put me out with the quicknessCarry your black assI'm still coming back to the cribOh so you back hereMa I jut came to holler to see how you doingNothing's changed after all these yearsStill hustle for some gearSmoke weed, still drink beersI tell you from my heart Yo, times I'm like yeah(women start singing again)I wonder if heaven has a place on this planetI'd find it right there.Just a kid though,All I wanna roll widmore