Boosie Badazz - Black Heaven lyrics

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Ft. Keyshia Cole & J. Cole

(Verse: Boosie Badazz)

No doctor King still a-preachin' bout togetherness

But prolly lookin' down sayin' it's irrelevant

When they used her, she was heaven sent

A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words

Rosa Park so much hard, she an OG

Know she's smiling looking at the blacks in the front seat

Burning Mac joking right nah, hear me Rachel Prah

Traevon prolly lookin' down, send 'em to the _____(?)

I know who givin' knowledge, of the 2Pac (?!)

He lookin' down like what happened to this hip-hop?

Biggie Smallz prolly swagged out, laid back

Him ain't easy, talkin' bout high ones, way back

Nate Dogg prolly reminiscin' bout that A track

Pimp sayn prayers that burnin' J staged out

Michael Jackson? He prolly maxin' and relaxin'

Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic in black heaven

(Chorus: Keyshia Cole)

Oh, I know you smiling down on me

Up there in black heaven

I know you're really proud of me

Up there in black heaven

I know you're smiling down on me

In black heaven

Thinking of you till the day we meet again

(Verse 2: Boosie Badazz)

Barely holiday thinkin' bout the old days

Giant Tatter making mixes with the OG

Rodney King prolly thankin' of his old ways

Thinkin' how he burnt the city down bout his old case

Malcolm X probly wishin' he was downhill to take our hoods back

From the people ain't from round here

James Brown still holler 'it's a man's world'

But thinkin', "damn, all these girls takin' man's grip"

No Jack and Ill talkin' bout how people roll

No Tuca Williams still stickin' to the G code

Will prolly still sad nobody broke his record

Mack Trae representin' as a bay legend

No R&B prolly talkin' bout me

Them niggas prolly jammed with big stone out the three

Black Heaven, Dj Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started

Rest in peace Bob Marley, he in black heaven

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: J. Cole)

Where do my niggas go to when they pass?

And why 'em good niggas neva last?

Some get addicted to the fast route?

That hand in hand, you know that cash route

I pray to God that we see betta days

I caught a record while that record plays

I'm thinkin' Lord, don't let 'em carry me

See, I know one day when they bury me

I go straight to black heaven

Black heaven, yeah, I go straight to black heaven

Black heaven, don't let the paranoia get to me

Can't take the trip to penitentiary

I make a flip and take the summer off

A half a brick, now that's a sommersault

I look at God, it's been a long road

I got my bread up like a con role (?!)

I been to hell, one day I'll find my way

If not, then maybe I can buy my way

In black heaven