Heaven's Arms

[Intro]

[Hook: Game]

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?

Walk inside the club with all his Gucci on, you've been warned

Packing heat like two LeBrons

And my crew is strong as Cali kush

It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

[Verse 1: Game]

Gucci in my closet, pardon my head

Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head

Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick

Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz

I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit

Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss

Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits

Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks

Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit

Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch

Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown

Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'

It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed

Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented

My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered

You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]

Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo

I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo

IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono

Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano

Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know

Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's

All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas

Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo

Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes

Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note

15's in everything, beating like Harpo

Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load

They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos

Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta

Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Game]

Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga

Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga

Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga

My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga

God Flow like Pusha n'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em

Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em

Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them

Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him

But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures

So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though

I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though

And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau

He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go

Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole

I'm out here tryna win a penant though

Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it I'm in it so

[Hook]