[Verse 1: Abstract]
They told me I couldn't go do it
Music losin', move it to the true shit
HipHopHeads not cruisin' the new shit
Need change and I hope that I can do this
Throne's open, hopin' I could rule this
Door's open, close it, let's do this
We're the same, we the best
Friends is still callin' me foolish
Tryna make my way to Heaven livin' life just like a star
Know exactly where I'm headed after life, that's to the dark
So I'm tryna live it up, be what's up while I can
'Cause when I'm knockin' on them pearly gates know God won't let me in
But there's so many rappers in the world
Damn, it's so hard to be heard
And we all speak the same language
It's just how we choose our words
We all racin' to the finish with this dream and hope, but first
Tryna make a fanbase that's so loud, let it rise above the crowd
Till we're callin' all the haters, yelling, "Can you hear us now?"
Tell the labels that had slept on us, say that they get it now
'Cause it's all about the hard work, no luck in it, number seven
We work too hard to be given less lettuce into our heaven
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Hendersin]
'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven (yeah)
(For so) For too long (Abstract, what up man?), for too long (Hendersin)
They told me I couldn't go do it
Music losin', move it to the true shit
HipHopHeads not cruisin' the new shit
Need change and I hope that I can do this
Throne's open, hopin' I could rule this
Door's open, close it, let's do this
We're the same, we the best
Friends is still callin' me foolish
Tryna make my way to Heaven livin' life just like a star
Know exactly where I'm headed after life, that's to the dark
So I'm tryna live it up, be what's up while I can
'Cause when I'm knockin' on them pearly gates know God won't let me in
But there's so many rappers in the world
Damn, it's so hard to be heard
And we all speak the same language
It's just how we choose our words
We all racin' to the finish with this dream and hope, but first
Tryna make a fanbase that's so loud, let it rise above the crowd
Till we're callin' all the haters, yelling, "Can you hear us now?"
Tell the labels that had slept on us, say that they get it now
'Cause it's all about the hard work, no luck in it, number seven
We work too hard to be given less lettuce into our heaven
[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Hendersin]
'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven
For too long, for too long
'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven (yeah)
(For so) For too long (Abstract, what up man?), for too long (Hendersin)
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