Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Wale - Heaven's Afternoon Lyrics (Ft. Meek Mill)

Wale's album leaked today, we felt the need to pick out some of the hottest songs on the album. Label mate Meek Mill lands a verse on his Heaven's Afternoon track.

Heaven's Afternoon Lyrics by Wale Ft. Meek Mill

In the grand scheme of things
We never were supposed to have shit
Born to lose, built to win
Let's get it in

We ain't supposed to never have nothing
We ain't supposed to never have shit
See the growth in my rhymes
See my focus ain't on them

[Verse 1]
Nah, at the top is just us, right
Let's get it
PRPS, something nice you ain't know 'em
Givenchy, but no kilt, mi amor
We can't leave, but we love the allure
Hold mine down and stay above what you on
On, I'm appeased and obliged
Scorpio freaks quantity Gemini
I'mma need me a light
Ridin' through the cap, Cap STEEZ on the mind
I ain't know him but I wish I did
Each one, teach one, may the youth live
On that, Joey Bad please hold your head
Lost one last summer, livin' ain't fair
While them niggas scared, we forever in
Hates see you smile, money everywhere
Dream killers out, I see them in the rear
Before I put them in a song, put them in a prayer


[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm focused, it's Folarin here
I reckon your barbershop talk of this
Heavenly father, may the spirit of God
Help whoever at odds get your guidance quick
All we need Keisha, all we need Becky
All we need is God, and fed free fetti
My little buddy lives strong, young nigga peddle
He ain't make it in the leagues, so the streets wed him
Gettin' wet up on the corner in whatever weather
Boy see the jail again, he gonna see the devil
Been a week since he seen his mother
And 18 since he seen the other
I'mma pray for him
It's safe to say, he got some pain within
It ain't too much that I can say to him
Cause my bank statement don't relate to him


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I was so fresh, so clean when I stepped on that scene
Put up Aston Martin, you can ask them
Y'all seen when I came through this bitch paper tagging on lean
Baddest bitch in the game [?] that was y'all dream
Hol' up, let me get a feel like Jackson
Hol' up, I don't feel these niggas (Naahhh!)

[Verse 4: Wale]
Yap, what's the problem? I'm focused
I'm Kobe, I kill these niggas
I ain't scared of these niggas
Getting higher than Shaquille O'neal field goal percentage

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit
'Til my P.O she locked me up
I'mma do the time come home and still be this rich
Still see the bricks, I'mma still be a [?]
Got these RICO shit tryna kill me and shit
Hol' up, tryna kill me and shit
Let me get the flow back, I was killing this shit
We was killing them strips, drop heads -- no ceiling shit
Ain't talking 'bout Wayne [?] talking them things
[?], got a million in whips