Heaven's Afternoon Lyrics - Wale

In the grand scheme of things 

We never were supposed to have shit 

Born to lose, built to win 

Folarin, let's get it in 

We ain't supposed to never have nothing 

We ain't supposed to never have shit 

See the growth in my rhymes 

See my focus ain't on them 

Nah, at the top is just us, right 

Let's get it 

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PRPs or some dunks you ain't on 

Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor 

We can't leave, for we love the allure 

Hold mine down and stay above what you on 

On, I'm appeased and obliged 

Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini 

I'mma need me a light 

Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind 

I ain't know him but I wish I did 

Each one, teach one, may the youth live 

On that, Joey Bad please hold your head 

Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair 

While them niggas scared, we forever here 

Hate to see you smile, money everywhere 

Dream killers out, I see them in the rear 

Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer 

Amen 

Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here 

I reckon your barbershop talk of this 

Heavenly father, may the spirit of God 

Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick 

All we need Keisha, all we need Becky 

All we need is God, and fed free fetti 

My little buddy livestrong, young nigga peddle 

He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wet him 

Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather 

Before see the jail again, he gonna see the devil 

Been a week since he seen his mother 

And 18 since he seen the other 

I'mma pray for him 

It's safe to say, he got some pain within 

It ain't too much that I can say to him 

Cause my bank statement don't relate to him 

I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene 

Pulled up Aston Martin, you could ask them ya'll seen 

When I came through this bitch 

Paper tagging on lean 

Baddest bitch in the game 

Nigga that was ya'll dream 

Hold up, let me get a feel 

Like Jackson, hold up 

I don't feel these niggas, nah 

Hey Wallace 

Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused 

I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas 

I ain't scared of these niggas 

Getting higher than Shaquille O'Neal's field goal percentage 

Yeah me nigga 

Till the brokest nigga with got a mill plus interest 

Meek keep living 

Get em 

When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit 

Till my P.O she locked me up 

I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich 

Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a Mitch 

Got these RICO niggas tryna kill me and shit 

Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit 

Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit 

We was killing them strips, drop heads -- no ceilings and shit 

Ain't talking 'bout Wayne, bitch I'm talking them things 

300 in chains a million in whips, nigga 

Started from the bottom nigga 

But now we grinding till the law come get us 

For the money and them commas nigga 

But can't forget about vagina nigga 

Started from that bottom nigga 

But now I got it it's a problem nigga 

For that money and them dollars nigga 

And I ain't rich but I'm still shining nigga 

I'm still shining nigga 

I'm still shining nigga 

Shining nigga 

We still shining nigga 

Shining nigga 

We still shining nigga 

Shining nigga 

Let me shine my nigga