| In the grand scheme of things
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| We never were supposed to have shit
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| Born to lose, built to win
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| Folarin
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| Let’s get it in
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| We ain’t supposed to never have nothing
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| We ain’t supposed to never have shit
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| See the growth in my rhymes
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| See my focus ain’t on them
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| Nah, at the top is just us, right
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| Let’s get it
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| PRPS, something nice you ain’t know 'em
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| Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
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| We can’t leave, but we love the allure
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| Hold mine down and stay above what you on
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| On, I’m appeased and obliged
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| Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
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| I’m a need me a light
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| Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
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| I ain’t know him but I wish I did
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| Each one, teach one, may the youth live
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| On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
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| Lost one last summer, livin' ain’t fair
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| While them niggas scared, we forever in
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| Hates see you smile, money everywhere
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| Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
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| Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer
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| Amen
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| Yeah, I’m focused, it’s Folarin here
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| I reckon your barbershop talk of this
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| Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
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| Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
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| All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
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| All we need is God, and fed free fetti
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| My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
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| He ain’t make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
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| Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather
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| Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
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| Been a week since he seen his mother
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| And 18 since he seen the other
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| I’m a pray for him
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| It’s safe to say, he got some pain within
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| It ain’t too much that I can say to him
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| Cause my bank statement don’t relate to him
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| I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
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| Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya’ll seen
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| When I came through this bitch
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| Paper tagging on lean
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| Baddest bitch in the game
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| Nigga that was ya’ll dream
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| Hold up, let me get a feel
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| Like Jack say hold up
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| I don’t feel these niggas, nah
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| Hey Wallace
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| Yap, what’s the problem? |
| I’m focused
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| I’m Kobe, I kill these niggas
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| I ain’t scared of these niggas
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| Getting higher than Shaquille O’Neal
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| Field Goal Percentage
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| Yeah me nigga
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| Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest
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| Meek keep living
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| Get em
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| When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I’mma still be the shit
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| 'Til my P. O she locked me up
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| I’mma do the time come home and still be this rich
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| Still see the bricks, I’mma still be a Mitch
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| Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit
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| Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit
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| Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit
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| We was killing them strips, drop heads — no ceiling shit
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| Ain’t talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I’m talking them things
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| 300 and change got a million in whips
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| Nigga
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| Started from the bottom nigga
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| But now we grinding till the law come get us
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| For the money and them commas nigga
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| But can’t forget about vagina nigga
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| Started from that bottom nigga
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| But now I got it it’s a problem nigga
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| For that money and them dollars nigga
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| And I ain’t rich but I’m still shining nigga
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| I’m still shining nigga
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| I’m still shining nigga
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| Shining nigga
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| We still shining nigga
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| Shining nigga
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| We still shining nigga
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| Shining nigga
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| Let me shine my nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven's Afternoon, artist - Wale. Album song The Gifted, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп