Crenshaw

Ayy yo

riving down Crenshaw

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down

You ain't no killer, your strap is on safety

These amateur rappers ain't ready

I been aiming at many with semis

You can ask the fans across the globe, the flow is heavy

After rap, I'm catching fades and blasting if I feel offended

I didn't want attention, I was in detention, I was in the trenches

Captured by my essence, you can feel the presence

Tell me what's the reason for the hate?

Is it 'cause I ****ed that ***** and all you did was go on dates?

Bad *****es wanna **** and blow money

I should've never done it when I got that show money

Nipsey Hussle passed away, somehow my nose bloody

Please don't sacrifice my life, these people don't love me

Just send me a blessing and understand I was a G

Did the best I could, raised in insanity

Yeah, yeah

Did the best I could, did the best I could, yeah

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down

How come everybody always tell me that they loyal?

How come you don't answer when I really need that lawyer?

How come you ain't there when I was feeling all alone?

How come you ain't there when I was stuck in the cold?

Back when I was rocking them Chucks and them Pro Clubs

Soaked up game fast, get your chain snatched

God ain't talk to me since I heard that loud blast

I wanna be low-key but I got on these baggy pants

Nothing in my pocket but a couple quarters

People standing in them corners

Got my life in order, **** a Trump supporter

I send my love to them kids that got deported

I was thinking 'bout them kids this morning

I wonder if these politicians sniffing lines of coke

Talking s**t about us, they thinking my life's a joke

You gotta think about it every time the casket close

It's easy when they blame it on the type of life I chose

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

Come quick, see (Come quick, see)

Somebody shot this young boy down (King Lil G, what up, n***a?)

Come quick, see (C'mon, cuz)

Somebody shot this young boy down (Yeah)

Gunman:]

If I make it to Heaven (Right)

Take my five-seven (Right)

Keep them n***as under pressure, I'll be ready whenever (Right)

Got this s**t on my mind (Hey)

Gotta drill for the nine (Hey)

If I can't get it with the rap, I'ma get it with crime

I done made me a name (Yup)

I done killed for the gang (True)

I believe in crazy, karma probably gon' take me the same (**** it)

When that pressure on a n***a, I be working better (I do)

Solid, three hundred pounds, n***a, bricks and feathers (Oh)

I'm just planting my seeds, rolling my weed, counting my cheese (Right)

Love discrimination, K's behind B's and C's (Really)

I live a fast life (I do)

I done passed twice (I did)

Had a meeting with the Reaper, n***a, last night (Damn)

Labels on me, *****es on me, devils on me still (**** 'em)

Before they try to take my soul, n***as gettin' killed (On God)

If Heaven a mile away, n***a, so is Jesus

I can take you to the gates if you want to meet him (Yeah)

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

If Heaven was a mile away

I'ma still throw up my hood

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down

Come quick, see

Somebody shot this young boy down(But in the meantime, come quick, see, n***a)