Markis Precise - For Heaven's Sake lyrics

[Produced by Markis Precise] [Intro: Chuuwee] Wait What can I say that n***as ain't already said before [Hook: Chuuwee] They tell me go to school and get a job A job is the hardest thing to find And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind The streets teach more, am I wasting my time Street smarts look bad on a resume My dogs hate living in a reservoir So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day For hella pay, for Heaven's sake [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Another n***a got shot last Friday Police said the shooter vanished on a highway He k**ed that motherf**er dead in his driveway You die at home, where the f** can you survive at Fact, only certain people really feel alive The others know how it feels to be a life black This rap sh** used to be something I could strive at Now it's damn near sorta like buying packs F.B.I. got eyes on a guy back You ever seen a drug raid over five stacks You ever seen a n***a die with his eyes wide open Spilling out pain on the train tracks And when it rains, oh boy do it rain Over money, over hoes, over crack, over 'caine Cause we highly over pressured and extremely underpaid And this job search bullsh** is highly overrated [Hook: Chuuwee] They tell me go to school and get a job A job is the hardest thing to find And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind The streets teach more, am I wasting my time Street smarts look bad on a resume My dogs hate living in a reservoir So we sell bags even on heaven's day For hella pay, for heaven's sake [Verse 2: Chuuwee] Al these young girls wanna do is celebrate She love the way her man n***a selling weight Tell em wait, chill on it for heaven's sake He a try to bring a pound through the heaven's gates I can't blame how they live so I meditate Pick up the phone, flip zones, maybe set in place But only to keep food on a n***a plate Not religious at all, f** what the reverends say I'm dreaming of a beamer on dubs A misty misdemeanor with a girl I'm feeling like a G and I'm a thug And we only wish that we could bring a heater to the club Young rich n***as be in love with the slug nose Just in case somebody try to take me out the plug It's all cash and cream, it's all d** But this life gotta change like I'm trying to break a dub [Hook: Chuuwee] They tell me go to school and get a job A job is the hardest thing to find And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind The streets teach more, am I wasting my time Street smarts look bad on a resume My dogs hate living in a reservoir So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day For hella pay, for Heaven's sake [Verse 3: Chuuwee] Why must I be like that If he had em for the low-low, I'mma buy packs Get em off sooner than I bought, I'll be right back n***a doing what he gotta do, it be like that Keep it to real for my own good when I write raps I got em pulling me to the side, "Did you write that?" I bet you even if these n***as hated, they like that Usually n***as acting like they wouldn't be hypist So I'm soul searching til they close curtain Pockets hurting on this cold earth and Nothing that I wanted more than to smoke purple Do so much weed that my throat hurting These n***as hate woe so they low lurking They gone try to bodybag you in closed curtain Until that very day, I'm still soul searching I hope that my findings are still worth it [Hook: Chuuwee] They tell me go to school and get a job A job is the hardest thing to find And school costs money so I'm heavy on the grind The streets teach more, am I wasting my time Street smarts look bad on a resume My dogs hate living in a reservoir So we sell bags even on Heaven's Day For hella pay, for Heaven's sake