Heaven Sent

Uh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yuh

They say King Combs Heaven-sent

How he rock, plug for this shit

Catch a quick glimpse, calm touch so delicate

Mood change in the room when the gang steppin' in

Engine never break, steady peddlin’

Crush Pendleton store, cash like a flash drive (cash)

Cut the chatter, money matter like black lives

Numbers add up, calculate it, get your math right

Get your weight up, you deflate when crossin' paths (nigga)

Never fooled by you clown niggas

Cut the jokes, see, I move how I wanna move

Follow rules, never do, that's uncomfortable

I’m the coach, makin' plays, never fumble

Preach Psalms in the huddle (amen)

Can't settle, not for nothin', nah, nada, gotta hustle too

Throw me in the jungle, I'ma hunt for food

My moms just passed, I ain't know what to do

But I'ma keep livin' like instruction

Spent time out in London, I might move

Caught a vibe, shit, it might be the right mood

Take some time just to clear out my mind too (yeah)

Every Friday a movie, I’m Ice Cube (what, what, what?)

See my lady so different, don’t like you

She don't talk to nobody, she type rude

I don’t rest, I count checks when the night through

Only time I get rest is on flights too

Any perps dissin' us, you losin' anyways (yeah)

Cut through flesh, might burn your chest like Henny Straight

We up next, been that work for many days

Come contest (come on, come on), bring your best, we really play

Young Michael Corleone, son of a don

I can tell the money comin' ’cause I'm rubbin' my palm

When that light shine, bet I go above and beyond

Drop heat all winter 'til the summer is on

I push Hummers with the logos, company cars

Same pendant on the chain, ladies lovin' the charm

Workouts never cease, see the cuts in my arm?

Old friends turned snakes, but I'm cuttin' 'em off (damn)

Independent on a nigga, need nothin' from y'all

Keep my energy the same, make like nothin' is wrong

Niggas can't stand the heat when the oven is on

Put the team on my back while I'm runnin' the ball

Never satisfied, can't be content with minor stats

I need a few Platinum plaques and fire tracks

King Combs can't relax, in fact, I'm hyperactive (what, what?)

Whip game, switch shades like Michael Jackson

Wrists plain, gold body like a magnum

Rappin', never play with you rappers, I'm steady snappin'

Do yourself a favor and step away from the class of

Made men, ready for war in every aspect (Respect, nigga)

Shittin' me, we make hits

Tell me how nasty you get

All the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it's lit

One thing's for sure (I'll be good)

Yeah, shittin' me, we make hits

Tell me how nasty you get

All the way from the hood to the neck of the woods, it's lit

One thing's for sure (I'll be good)

Yeah