The Game - Heaven 4 A Gangster lyrics

[Intro] Can't forget about my OG Heron My n***a' Montreal My n***a' 2Pac Hussein Fatal And Kadafi [Verse 1] It's like riding down Greenleaf Dre Day, smokin' green leaf (uhh) Draco' in the front seat And just to think, I made all this off one key Hurricane Two feet in Compton, one deep Can't ride with me, 'less I'm Pimp C and you Bun B My flag ain't got no stars on it, f** my country Get your toupée knocked off tryin' Donald Trump me I'm the OG to the YG's You ain't seen what I seen My cousin Tasha shot in the stomach, pregnant at 19 She died, but the baby kept stompin' That how hard us little n***as come up Born and raised in Compton We earned this sh**, learnt this sh** City used to be all white Look how we turnt this sh** 2Pac turning in his grave from all this nonsense A little soldier ain't from Bompton I put that on the homies [Bridge] God said in the last days there would be times of difficulty. For people would become lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, too arrigant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous without self-control. Lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God. This calls for wisdom. Let the one who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. f** Donald Trump, homie [Chorus] Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) [Verse 2] God, forgive me for my sins World full of b**h n***as Lord, keep me out the pen Keep my sons on the right track My daughter on her momma side Let the wind hit my baby face, its gonna be homicide You don't father like I father, n***a I father kids and I father n***as I done been on Lil’ Yachty Shot crips with Lil’ Uzi Got bricks from the Migos And my is b**h bad and boujee Every time I turn around Somebody trying to sue me And old friends turn colors Like Notorious B.I.G., Coogi I promise this ain’t a movie, my n***a This ain’t on Netflix This is every time you in the club, we gonna set trip Another dead body on the dance floor That’s what them hood n***as do, when them bands low Red rag on my head, I’m still Rambo f** a pistol, what these hands for? [Chorus] Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh) Is there heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta? (Uhh)