Shaun King Is Not Seeing Heaven

[Intro: Justin Bieber]
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh

[Verse 1]
She want the Birkin like Ada Wong
Tracks about murder her favorite songs
That boy in ya crew said that he ride or die
But he runnin' with cops doin' ride alongs
Stay dialectic, them bullets in motion like matter
The manner of Mao Zedong
Paint with a dagger attached to the muzzle of weapons
We tote to remain strong
Might let it fly like I’m Daedalus
Headshot leavе a nigga acephalous
And if I miss it then fuck it
Make niggas rеmember my name like an elephant
Molotov all in ya residence
Masamune to my master like Sephiroth
Thought he was safe in them white schools
Catch a nigga on campus like Asher Roth
Body 'em while he on zoom calls
Couldn’t I.D. the shoota, he too tall
Lawyer got loopholes
Niggas know it's a bop when I’m spinnin' the loop, whoa
They tryna bait into spinnin' the block
When we slide then we met by the pigs
Fuck it, I’ll kill me a cop like I’m Pac
So we hopped in the whip and we slid
Told me don’t do it, I did
Told me don’t do what I did
You only get one life and this gun, knife fight isn’t it
Act like I heard what he said
Jackson, with the blood in my eye
We was teens when we died

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Tote more techs than Rasheed
Hit you and yo posse
Know them niggas pussy (Never let you go, oh)
Fuck yo territory
My people be starvin'
Give a fuck about ya story (Never let you go, oh)
Feds do the job half-ass in the halfway house, goddamn
If ya homie such a killa why he let the opps roll out, goddamn
Told you niggas on my last shit 'bout the democratic house, goddamn
Niggas make money off bodies they takin' the Shaun King route, goddamn
Home invasion have you prayin'
You think if you gimme what you got then I'ma leave you breathin'
You ain’t worth the space up on this Earth so I'ma make you leave it
Grifters get the Griffin and they never finna see the Eden
Ayy

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you
And never let you go
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, fuck it up
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you
And never let you go, oh
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of our skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, and
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Outro: Justin Bieber]
Oh, the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh