Yncd Roman - Heaven Sent Lyrics

Smoking that medicine
God said I'm heaven Sent
Rocking a cross
but no I'm not a reverend
Fresh like a peppermint
Jumped off the porch at nine
Swear I was stepping quick
Pops taught me how to run up all That cheddar quick
At MSU I was wilding
I hit some licks
I did whatever to run up them
Fucking chips
I got a son so I tote on that fucking Stick
It ain't too much to get smoked like a Fucking cig
Don't fuck with these niggas they Move just like some pigs
Better yet these niggas clowns
Like the movie IT
Fight these demons in hell
It gets real spooky quick
Hop on the mic
Talk my shit
On some dookie shit
I speak my mind
Don't give no fucks bout who you is
Lyrical magic I'm talking that Voodoo shit
Close to the edge don't push me
I go coo coo quick
Don't wanna play
Make that choppa go toot toot bitch
Don't wanna play
Choppa hit you and who you with
Don't wanna play
In the streets it gets dangerous
Go super Saiyan
My hair be on flames and shit
Give me a beat
Any beat I am slaying it
I killed this track
This shit stank it's decaying quick
My shit be bumping
So they keep replaying it
Counting some cash
I'm addicted keep chasing it
Roll up a wood
Filled with loud bitch I'm facing It
If It ain't bout the cheese
No I'm not chasing It
Cop me a foreign I'm speeding
I'm racing it
This is my chance
Only chance I'm not wasting It
Claim you want smoke
Got a pistol quit waving It
YNCD till the end
I am claiming It
Spending these twenties
Them hundreds I'm saving it
Fuck all my haters
My pistol I'm spraying It
Come from the bottom
I'm straight out the basement
I run this shit
Just like I'm Walter Payton
While taking a shit
On these niggas that's hating
I know some shottas
Who move like the Haitians
I'm with my dog
At the spot no Dalmatian
Big 45
Now you ashes cremation
Just like a doctor
I'm looking for patience
Be free styling hits off the earth
Get to shaking
I'm praying to God
But give them hell like satan
Saving up cash
My pockets was to vacant
I made it out my momma house
From the basement
Pump faking never
I'm not with the faking
I fill them with envy
So that's why they hating
Now is my time
God said can't do no waiting
Be careful on this road
And watch out for satan
Might be disguised
As some family that's hating
Maybe a fan in the crowd
While you playing
Think about all that
So guard me from satan
Put on my armor
Before I start slaying
Cautious with lyrics
Them sheets that you lay in

Smoking that medicine
God said I'm heaven Sent
Rocking a cross
but no I'm not a reverend
Fresh like a peppermint
Jumped off the porch at nine
Swear I was stepping quick
Pops taught me how to run up all That cheddar quick
At MSU I was wilding
I hit some licks
I did whatever to run up them
Fucking chips
I got a son so I tote on that fucking Stick
It ain't too much to get smoked like a Fucking cig
Don't fuck with these niggas they Move just like some pigs
Better yet these niggas clowns
Like the movie IT
Fight these demons in hell
It gets real spooky quick
Hop on the mic
Talk my shit
On some dookie shit
I speak my mind
Don't give no fucks bout who you is
Lyrical magic I'm talking that Voodoo shit
Close to the edge don't push me
I go coo coo quick
Don't wanna play
Make that choppa go toot toot bitch
Don't wanna play
Choppa hit you and who you with
Don't wanna play
In the streets it gets dangerous
Go super Saiyan
My hair be on flames and shit
Give me a beat
Any beat I am slaying it
I killed this track
This shit stank it's decaying quick
My shit be bumping
So they keep replaying it
Counting some cash
I'm addicted keep chasing it
Roll up a wood
Filled with loud bitch I'm facing It
If It ain't bout the cheese
No I'm not chasing It
Cop me a foreign I'm speeding
I'm racing it
This is my chance
Only chance I'm not wasting It
Claim you want smoke
Got a pistol quit waving It
YNCD till the end
I am claiming It
Spending these twenties
Them hundreds I'm saving it
Fuck all my haters
My pistol I'm spraying It
Come from the bottom
I'm straight out the basement
I run this shit
Just like I'm Walter Payton
While taking a shit
On these niggas that's hating
I know some shottas
Who move like the Haitians
I'm with my dog
At the spot no Dalmatian
Big 45
Now you ashes cremation
Just like a doctor
I'm looking for patience
Be free styling hits off the earth
Get to shaking
I'm praying to God
But give them hell like satan
Saving up cash
My pockets was to vacant
I made it out my momma house
From the basement
Pump faking never
I'm not with the faking
I fill them with envy
So that's why they hating
Now is my time
God said can't do no waiting
Be careful on this road
And watch out for satan
Might be disguised
As some family that's hating
Maybe a fan in the crowd
While you playing
Think about all that
So guard me from satan
Put on my armor
Before I start slaying
Cautious with lyrics
Them sheets that you lay in