Heaven’s EP (with J. Cole)

(I'm working on dying)
 Yeah (and like that)
 Gotta have a space, gotta have a space (it's been a pleasure)
 Nah mean? (She belongs to the streets)
 Freedom, nah mean? (We gone)
 Uh (Gangsta Grillz) space to get this shit off
 Yeah
 Yeah (get this shit off my mind, off my chest)
 Yeah (nah mean?)
 Yeah
 With every record, I be askin' the masses to tune your hearts to me
 I represent intelligent niggas that grew up harshly
 But lately I've been questionin', second guessin'
 Whether or not I've got somethin' to offer since I done eluded poverty
 Or has the money watered me down? That truth is hard for me
 Like the second time I got cut from the junior varsity
 Fightin' back tears, I promised to switch gears
 And said to myself, "Whatever you do, you won't do it partially"
 From this day forward, I move with a new ferocity
 Ferrari coupe velocity, a fail proof philosophy
 Success is in the effort, so if a nigga tried his hardest
 I'm at peace knowin' God ain't deal it in this group of cards for me
 Some people say that I'm runnin' third, they threw the bronze at me
 Behind Drake and Dot, yeah, them niggas is superstars to me
 Maybe deep down, I'm afraid of my luminosity
 So when you see me on red carpets, I'm movin' awkwardly
 Posin' all nervous, afraid of the judgement
 And the thought of showin' too much of my day is repugnant
 I be keepin' my kids away from the gaze of the public
 'Cause these days, it feel like hate is they favorite subject
 Fuck it, attitude like a young O'Shea with a AK
 Aimed at your brain, violate, and I bust it
 I don't play when it come to family, that's one thing I refuse
 Pimpin' they kids out for views to just to be in the news
 Could never be me, I piss in the celebrity tea
 God with me on this record, this is Heaven's EP
 The tales official, the best nigga breathin'
 It just failed to hit you
 You couldn't tell 'cause you fell for the bells and whistles
 And that's an area I don't excel
 I'm from the 'Ville where young girls talk grown as hell
 That's raw, never saw one person go to Yale
 But every nigga that I know done gone to jail
 At least once, provin' we the ones police hunt
 For the pains, we smoke three blunts the size of tree trunks
 Too much hunger, it's no wonder these niggas can't keep up
 So sayin', "Yes" to a feature just means I'm 'bout to eat lunch, bitch
 I'm goin' for it, no never shall he punt
 I'm the one and you can be sure, speakin' of beachfront
 I'm kickin' my feet up while I write this in somewhere tropical
 Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible, mm (Gangsta)
 Supposed to be relaxin', this passion makes that impossible
 Follow the leaders
 Another Gangsta Grillz classic
 Like I never left
 DJ Drama
 Dreamville
 D-Day
 (Gangsta Grillzill)