Heavenly - Sylvan Lacue

Up in the sky, my niggas will play me

Alright, I’m ready

Ugh, it’s still a mission just for me to listen

Wake up every morning feeling tunnel vision

You know them stakes is high

You know them times have changed

And nobody is waiting for you to get it right

The pressure, I used to entertain lectures

Follow suit behind opinions abroad

See this is how you find your place in the stars

The game changes every 6 months

Keep your mind sharp, stay ahead of the curve

You know the usual

I witness niggas at heights you couldn’t fathom

Fall to lows in the blink of an eye

Huh, scary

Pardon me and my pessimism or shall I say

My confidence has been Godly watching these clowns

What a laughable view

I’m learning there’s a difference between what you actually do

And dream talk, that’s what these actions will prove

I keep my mouth shut nigga!

Labeled rookie, but experience varies to veteran status

I’m clever when active

My head is intact

If I ever stray away from what my mission implies

Please believe it’s just to better my passion

I’m from a city where niggas ain’t got a check if you trappin'

And dread niggas keep it tucked in case a threat is in action

Man, thank you Lord, look at me, heavenly

Oh oh oh

Up in the sky, ambitions they plague me

I know it’s wrong but please entertain me

Hate on my vision, they tell me I’m crazy

Oh, if only you knew this world ain’t gon save me

I pray to God, but too much has phased me

Oh, I’m just what you made, Lord, how could you blame me?

Mama don’t worry this world ain’t gon change me

Even when I’m on the ground, just know that you raised me

These days I tell my niggas to pray for me

Because I been slippin'

Infatuated with ideas

No peace will reside here

My peers fear being irrelevant

Grinding for the sake of exposure, cool

Fame whores keep your game face on

I’m thinking wider, vast areas

It’s expansion among kings

Okay, okay, let’s slow it down

Cause going over niggas heads don’t get a paycheck, right?

I feel it, bet

Well let me talk my shit

I am not threatened

Matter fact I’m so past stressing, you half lesson

Great value versions of niggas who lack presence

Don’t get me started I just call it how I see it

But please believe, you got a record?

That’s cool with me

You ride your little wave?

That’s cool with me

You got your little flow, auto-tune to please?

But none of you motherfuckers can fool with me

LaCue, nigga

(Oh oh oh)

Up in the sky, ambitions they plague me

I know it’s wrong but please entertain me

Hate on my vision, they tell me I’m crazy

Oh if only you knew this world ain’t gon save me

I pray to God, but too much has phased me

Oh, I’m just what you made, Lord, how could you blame me?

Mama don’t worry this world ain’t gon change me

Even when I’m on the ground, just know that you raised me