Sablo, Cotto - BULLS FROM HEAVEN Lyrics

Yo
We call it Heaven sent, but they call it a problem
I just gotta thank God for what he's made me and all my options, you feel me man?
Put ya hands up if you ready for this one, baby
(Yeah, huh, Sablo)
I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis
They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect
My demons deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving it up
What? From the slums where I'm from
Niggas sleep in they whips, and they cuddle they guns
Niggas think that shit sweet, cuz they saw me on streets
That be known for the peace, but I stay wit my piece
Boy I hate all drama, that's stemming from problems, cuz niggas ain't honest
You know that it's conscious, the choices they making
They stay in the basement, I rose to the attic, with niggas like minded
We smart but we grimy, my killas behind me
The bullshit in front of me, thank God for company
That I be keeping, I give em no reason for treason
We cheesin', I'm pleasin', with chains with the face of they Jesus
I told em you rock for me, nigga I'll kill for you, yuh
That's the truth
Used to smoke boof, now we chilling in coupes
And we dropping the roofs
Yeah, that's the truth
Hit up Sky Duece, he the plug with the shoes
We been smoking on Indo since we was in school
That's my nigga he coo, that's my nigga he bool
Yeah, that's the truth
Had to hit Goose, cuz he asked for the truce
Got love for my niggas, I'll give em' a chance
They putting me on, watch me split the advance
Rock all my niggas clothes like they designer
Bitch, cuz they is
We plotting extravagant cribs
We pushing them luxury whips
I might call a meeting to talk our financials, make sure all my niggas is lit
Shoutout to Nipsey, Black Sam, and all of the heroes that gave us a plan
I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis
They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect
My niggas deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving it up
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
We keep our heads up when we outta the cut
We stay on our grind, all my dawgs stackin' up
You hearing the horns then you know that we up
You hearing the horns and you know that we up
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
Run with my, huh, run with my
Run with my bulls
I put my hands up cuz I came from the bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless, (Yuh)
Bitch

Yo
We call it Heaven sent, but they call it a problem
I just gotta thank God for what he's made me and all my options, you feel me man?
Put ya hands up if you ready for this one, baby
(Yeah, huh, Sablo)
I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis
They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect
My demons deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving it up
What? From the slums where I'm from
Niggas sleep in they whips, and they cuddle they guns
Niggas think that shit sweet, cuz they saw me on streets
That be known for the peace, but I stay wit my piece
Boy I hate all drama, that's stemming from problems, cuz niggas ain't honest
You know that it's conscious, the choices they making
They stay in the basement, I rose to the attic, with niggas like minded
We smart but we grimy, my killas behind me
The bullshit in front of me, thank God for company
That I be keeping, I give em no reason for treason
We cheesin', I'm pleasin', with chains with the face of they Jesus
I told em you rock for me, nigga I'll kill for you, yuh
That's the truth
Used to smoke boof, now we chilling in coupes
And we dropping the roofs
Yeah, that's the truth
Hit up Sky Duece, he the plug with the shoes
We been smoking on Indo since we was in school
That's my nigga he coo, that's my nigga he bool
Yeah, that's the truth
Had to hit Goose, cuz he asked for the truce
Got love for my niggas, I'll give em' a chance
They putting me on, watch me split the advance
Rock all my niggas clothes like they designer
Bitch, cuz they is
We plotting extravagant cribs
We pushing them luxury whips
I might call a meeting to talk our financials, make sure all my niggas is lit
Shoutout to Nipsey, Black Sam, and all of the heroes that gave us a plan
I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain't no tetnis
They think that I'm wreckless, I think that I'm perfect
My niggas deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving it up
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
We keep our heads up when we outta the cut
We stay on our grind, all my dawgs stackin' up
You hearing the horns then you know that we up
You hearing the horns and you know that we up
Run with my, huh, run with my
I run with my bulls
Run with my, huh, run with my
Run with my bulls
I put my hands up cuz I came from the bottom
I prayed to my God and he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams and I treat em' like Golem
My blessings is precious, I'm humble not helpless, (Yuh)
Bitch