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A Lynn - Cant Take The Hood To Heaven Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seafood Sam]
Uh, the pressure is on
This that new church suit with the fancy cologne
Gator boots stomping, two-stepping along
Pops said "keep one in the head, you’ll make it home"
So, that's the only mission
Some say that boy bad, Mike Jack on the Pistons
Shoes tied but I'm still trippin'
Learn to walk around with a chip like it was written
Lord as my witness, been gifted no Christmas
Calling plays, fourth and inches, while you stuck on the benches
Rags to riches, we laugh at critics
Head in the clouds, I've seen past the limits
I got to make my momma proud
I do it all to see Renell smile
So is you in or you out?
Tell me now cause when it's timе to ride, there's no backing out

[Chorus: A. Lynn]
It was all good just a week ago
Your truе colors arrive once your feelings show
Need a piece of the pie before I let it go
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
It was all good just a week ago
Your true colors arrive once your feelings show
Need a piece of the pie before I let it go
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
In front of heaven's doors
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
In front of heaven's doors
[Verse 2: Seafood Sam]
I used to shy from the light and now I sunbathe in it
When it's my time, I need more than 15 minutes
Smoking weed with a skyline view of the city
Forever balling like Shad Marshalls on Frank Nitty
To prove I got the moves, I'ma show you what it's like to score
(Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors)
I can feel it deep in my core
You ain't got the wings to soar, you need to practice some more
I'm professional, too high for pedestals
Known to never show but on time for schedule
Joey Jordison drumming, a heavy metal flow
Quick to turn a loudmouth nigga into a vegetable
I got an angel on my shoulder telling me to keep cool
While the devil on my shoulder trying to slip me the tool
Granny taught me better but I'm still actin' a fool
So I'ma ride by my lonely 'cause you fuck with the mood

[Chorus: A. Lynn]
It was all good just a week ago
Your true colors arrive once your feelings show
Need a piece of the pie before I let it go
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
It was all good just a week ago
Your true colors arrive once your feelings show
Need a piece of the pie before I let it go
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
In front of heaven's doors
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
In front of heaven's doors
Before I arrive in front of heaven's doors
In front of heaven's doors