King Lil G, Pacman Da Gunman - Crenshaw feat. PacMan da Gunman

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Ayy yo
Driving 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 fucked that bitch and all you did was go on dates?
Bad bitches wanna fuck 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, fuck 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 shit 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, nigga?)
Come quick, see (C'mon, cuz)
Somebody shot this young boy down (Yeah)
If I make it to Heaven (Right)
Take my five-seven (Right)
Keep them niggas under pressure, I’ll be ready whenever (Right)
Got this shit 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 (Fuck it)
When that pressure on a nigga, I be working better (I do)
Solid, three hundred pounds, nigga, 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, nigga, last night (Damn)
Labels on me, bitches on me, devils on me still (Fuck 'em)
Before they try to take my soul, niggas gettin' killed (On God)
If Heaven a mile away, nigga, 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, nigga)