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[CLEAN] G Herbo - Party in Heaven (feat. Lil Durk)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
G Herbo
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Songwriter
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Composer
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Composer
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Don Cannon
Producer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Producer
Lyle Leduff
Lyle Leduff
Producer
Don Cannon for Cannon Music
Don Cannon for Cannon Music
Producer

Lyrics

I ain't had a way, I had to make one
Jump out the Porsche together
Don't mean yo **** a day one
I seen you snake a **** you love
I seen the hate come
Seen Larry Hoover in the hood
I mean a fake one
**** in heaven having a gangsta party (Gangsta)
See, this right here, this a gangsta story
(Gangsta, gangsta)
My Rolly finally danced
OTF a family plan
We had no car to slide on ops
I used my family van
Lost Iris, I died
Newski died, feel like I died again
Fresh off the Feds, can't talk to you
They gon' try to tie me in
I'ma put my money inside this music
'Cause I can't buy a friend
I tried like three, four times with a **** I love
Can't try it again
I choose you over you, I won't decide again
They having a gangsta party in heaven
I wish they'd let us in
**** in heaven having a gangsta party (Gangsta)
See, this right here, this a gangsta story
(Gangsta, gangsta)
I was on a mission with my mans
Gun powdered up, now I'm pissing on my hands
We just picking up on what them older **** nem was saying
Sixteen, we got fanned down
Caught us with our pants down
I was on the block last
Glock 9, rocks glass, stop signs
Hot cars filled with gas, black mask
If he making rap disses he can't get no raq pass
Fail, how you think you gon' excel with yo black ass ****?
Crack baby, pops left when it got bad
Laying pallets, all ya clothes in a black bag
Almost drove that boy insane, so he got a bag
Now he hopping off the plane, he got jet lag
Saw a murder, just a kid, he was traumatized
Kept his Glock, now he locked for a homicide
And he ain't trippin' that he sitting in a box
'Cause it is what it is, and it's not what it's not, ****
**** in heaven having a gangsta party (Gangsta)
See, this right here, this a gangsta story
(Gangsta, gangsta)
I was raised around gangstas, fell in love with danger
Deep up in these streets, might have to fall in love with strangers
House party, thirty deep, we came strapped, all bangers
It was more than five shooters, so we clapped all angles
Where I from, a **** die
A whole city had tried to claim him
Where I'm from, if you don't make it
You gotta die to be famous
My lil' cuz walking with a gun
I wish he stayed with gaming
I can't say I'll die for y'all for real
'Cause I see the streets change
When the worse enemy died on the other side
I ain't feel it
I don't talk to Master P
Just 'cause of Herb, I claim no limit
Then I seen him with his new girl
Text his phone like, bro, you winning
One-fifty and one-fifty, that's three hunnid
Ain't no difference
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
This a gangsta party
**** in heaven having a gangsta party (Gangsta)
See, this right here, this a gangsta story
(Gangsta, gangsta)
Written by: Don Cannon, Durk Banks, Herbert R Wright, Ivana Nwokike, Jessica Nwokike, Lyle Leduff, Sean Momberger, Tyler Acord
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