Heaven's Arms - The Game
[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 sh_t, off with your head
Off with your b_tch, she offered me head, I offered her d_ck
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and sh_t
Freak b_tch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
D_ck must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my sh_t
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 bullsh_t 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, f_ckin' 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 b_tches for n_ggas I know
Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
F_ckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a b_tch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, f_ck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, b_tches 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 n_gga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that n_gga
Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that n_gga
My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that n_gga
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 n_gga 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, bullsh_t, 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 f_ck it I'm in it so
[Hook]
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