Boosie Badazz, Keyshia Cole and J. Cole - Black Heaven

Black heaven is a place where people like me go
Up there in black heaven, black heaven

Know Dr. King still preaching about togetherness
But probably looking down saying it's irrelevant
Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
A song bird prolly smiling right now listening to her own words
Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG
Know she smiling looking at the blacks in the front seat
Bernie Mack joking right now, him and Richard Pryor
Trayvon prolly looking down saying them nigga's wild
I know who giving knowledge up there, 2Pac
He looking down like what happened to this hip hop?
Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back
Him and Eazy talking bout how it was way back
Nate Dogg prolly reminiscin' about the A-Trak
Pimp saying prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped
Michael Jackson? He prolly maxing and relaxing
Him and Marvin Gaye making a classic

In black heaven
I know you smiling down up there in black heaven
I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
I know you smiling down on me in black heaven
Thinking of you 'til the day we meet again

Billie Holiday thinking about the old days
Johnny Taylor making mixes with the Ojays
Rodney King prolly thinking bout his old ways
Thinking bout how they burned the city down bout his old case
Malcolm X prolly wishing he was down here
To take our hoods back from the people who ain't from round here
James Brown still hollerin' it's a man's world
But thinking damn all these girls taking man's girl
Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll
Know Tooki Williams still sticking to the G code
Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record
Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend
Know I and Bleek prolly talking bout me
Them nigga's prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three
Dj Screw looking down at the culture that he started
Rest in peace Bob Marley

In black heaven
I know you smiling down up there in black heaven
I know you're really proud of me up there in black heaven
I know you smiling down on me in black heaven
Thinking of you 'til the day we meet again

Where do my nigga's go to when they pass?
And why do good nigga's never last?
Some get addicted to the fast route
The hand in hand, you know that cash route
I pray to God that we see better days
I caught a record while the record plays
I'm thinking Lord don't let 'em carry me
See I know one day when they bury me
I'll go straight to black heaven, black heaven
Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven
Don't let the paranoia get to me
Can't take a trip to penitentiary
I make a flip and take the summer off
A half a brick? now that's a summer salt
I look to God, it's been along road
I got my braid up, like a cornrow
I've been through hell, one day I'll find my way
If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven

Written by:
Maurice Jordan, Jermaine L. Cole, Torence Hatch, Keyshia M. Cole

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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