Heaven Sent (Explicit)

Heaven Sent - King Combs

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 stepping in

Engine never break

Steady peddling

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

Uh-huh uh-huh

Get your weight up

You deflate when crossing 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 Uh-uh uh-uh

I'm the coach making plays never fumble

Preach Psalms in the huddle Amen

Can't settle not for nothin'

nah nada gotta hustle too Nah

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 living like instruction

Uh-huh uh-huh

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 dissing us

You losin' anyways Yeah

Cut through flesh

Might burn your chest

like Henny Straight

Uh-huh

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 coming 'cause

I'm rubbing my palm

When that light shine bet I go above and beyond

Drop heat all winter 'til the summer is on

Uh-huh

I push Hummers with the logos

Company cars

Same pendant on the chain

Ladies lovin' the charm

Bling

Workouts never cease

See the cuts in my arm

Uh

Old friends turned snakes

But I'm cutting 'em off

Damn

Independent on a nigga

Need nothing from y'all

Nuh-huh

Keep my energy the same

Make like nothing is wrong

Uh-uh

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 snapping

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