作词 : King Lil G 作曲 : King Lil G 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)