Lyrics Heavenly Father - Shyboii Guero

I can′t be stressing let's pour up some gin
If I take action′s depending on them
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye
I can't be stressing let's pour up some gin
Disturb my peace and you bound to repent
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye

I ain′t a shooter baby
But I can make the call
Fuck my enemigos who just praying that my body fall
You don′t know what I been through
Fuck you and your grapevine
You small I'm double X
Got a magazine for the Grade 9′s
I seen the barrel baby
It look me in my eyes
I thank the Lord that I'm still breathing
′Cause he could've had me roll the dice
Turn a chopper to a singer
Where I′m from they show no love
It's like everybody swallow fingers
How these gang signs getting thrown up
Black leather strap wrapped 'round my wrist
Logo on the jacket got it stitched with the 5th
Know they see me whipping when I roll down the tints
I′m a starter for my city you not even on the bench
Broad day and I seen him riding paper plates
Gun toting, he almost let beretta spray
I don′t really know why motherfucker had to hesitate
I was on Cherry by the Rally's off of PCH

I can′t be stressing let's pour up some gin
If I take action′s depending on them
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye
I can't be stressing let′s pour up some gin
Disturb my peace and you bound to repent
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye

Me I come from Long Beach, the city where we regulate
Didn't pull the trigger motherfucker get the record straight
Thinking 'bout my momma and the shootout back in second grade
The only thing that′s keeping me from planning to retaliate
Yeah, or do I let it escalate?
Dara told me pull up turn his noggin to a salad plate
He gon′ need to medicate
I might need to meditate
My brothers acting scandalous like Nixon during Watergate
Woah
Big talk don't impress me
I been seeing messy since when momma drove the chevy
Back when daddy left me and I started feeling empty
I was friends with Yesi and her brother in the Rec League
Looking out for me until they popped him in his belly
I grew up seeing plenty so a threat do not offend me
You ain′t gotta like me but you gon' have to respect me
′Cause where I'm from we recognize game like the Espys
Lil boy

I can′t be stressing let's pour up some gin
If I take action's depending on them
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye
I can′t be stressing let′s pour up some gin
Disturb my peace and you bound to repent
Heavenly Father they fucked with my zen
Sunday Confessions to rinse off my sins aye