Party In Heaven Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Party In Heaven as performed together by G Herbo&Lil Durk

Lyrics to song Party In Heaven by G Herbo feat. Lil Durk

I ain't have a way, I had to make one
Jumped off the porch together don't mean your ass a day-one
I sensed you'd snake a nigga you love, I seen the hate come
I seen Larry Hoover in the hood, I mean a fake one

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party
See this right here, this a gangsta story
Gangsta
Gangsta

My Rollie finally dance
OTF a family plan
We ain't have no car to slide on ops, I used my family van
Lost Iris, I died, Newski died, feel like I died again
Fresh out, the feds came talk to you, they gon' try to tie me in
I'ma put my money inside this music 'cause I can't buy a friend
I tried like three, four times with a nigga I love, I can't try it again
I choose you over you, I won't decide again
They having a gangsta party in heaven, I wish they'd let us in

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party
See this right here, this a gangsta story
Gangsta
Gangsta

I was on a mission with my mans (For real)
Gun-powdered up now I'm pissing on my hands
We just picking up on what them older niggas nem was saying
16, we got fanned down, caught us with our pants down
I was on the block last, Glock 9, rocks glass
Stop signs, hot cars filled with gas, black mask
If he making rap disses he can't get no 'Raq pass
Fail, how you think you gone excel with your black ass? (nigga)
Crack-baby pops left when it got bad
Lay in pallets, all your clothes in black bag
Almost drove that boy insane so he got a bag
Now he hopping off the plane, he got jet lag
Saw a murder just a kid, he was traumatized
Kept his Glock, now he locked for a homicide
And he ain't trippin that he sitting in a box
'Cause it is what it is and it's not what it's not, nigga

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party
See this right here, this a gangsta story
Gangsta
Gangsta

I was raised around gangstas
Fell in love with danger
Deep up in these streets
Might have to fall in love with strangers
House party, thirty deep
We came strapped, all bangas
It was more than five shooters
So we clapped all angles

Where I'm from a nigga die, the whole city'll try to claim him
Where I'm from if you don't make it, you gotta die to be famous
My lil cause walking with a gun, I wish he stayed with gaming
I can't say I'd die for y'all for real 'cause I see the streets changin'
When the worst enemy died on the other side, I ain't feel it
I don't talk to Master P just 'cause of Herb, I claim no limit
Then I seen him with his new girl, text his phone like "Bro, you winning"
150 and 150, that's 300, it ain't no difference

This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party

Niggas in heaven having a gangsta party
See this right here, this a gangsta story
Gangsta
Gangsta

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