Black Heaven - Boosie Badazz, J. Cole, Keyshia Cole

Black heaven is a place where people like me go

Up there in black heaven, black heaven

Know Dr. King still preachin' about togetherness

But probably lookin' down sayin' it’s irrelevant

Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent

A song bird prolly smilin' right now listenin' to her own words

Rosa Parks so much heart, she an OG

Know she smilin' lookin' at the blacks in the front seat

Bernie Mac jokin' right now, him and Richard Pryor

Trayvon prolly lookin' down sayin' them niggas wild

I know who givin' knowledge up there, 2Pac

He lookin' down like what happened to this hip hop?

Biggie Smalls prolly swagged out, laid back

Him and Eazy talkin' bout how it was way back

Nate Dogg prolly reminicin' about the A-Trak

Pimp sayin' prayers that Bun and Jay stay strapped

Michael Jackson?

He prolly maxin' and relaxin'

Him and Marvin Gaye makin' a classic

I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven

I know you’re really proud of me up there in black heaven

I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven

Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again

Billie Holiday thinkin' about the old days

Johnny Taylor makin' mixes with the Ojays

Rodney King prolly thinkin' bout his old ways

Thinkin' bout how they burned the city down bout his old case

Malcolm X prolly wishin' he was down here

To take our hoods back from the people who ain’t from round here

James Brown still hollin' it’s a man’s world

But thinkin' damn all these girls takin' man’s girl

Know Jackie Neal talkin' bout how people roll

Know Tooki Williams still stickin' to the G code

Wilt probably still saying nobody broke his record

Mac Dre still represent as a bay legend

Know I and Bleek prolly talkin' bout me

Them niggas prolly jam with Big Stone, out the three

DJ Screw lookin' down at the culture that he started

Rest in peace Bob Marley

I know you smilin' down up there in black heaven

I know you’re really proud of me up there in black heaven

I know you smilin' down on me in black heaven

Thinkin' of you til the day we meet again

Where do my niggas go to when they pass?

And why do good niggas never last?

Some get addicted to the fast route

The hand in hand, you know that cash route

I pray to God that we see better days

I caught a record while the record plays

I’m thinkin' Lord don’t let 'em carry me

See I know one day when they bury me

I’ll go straight to black heaven, black heaven

Yeah I go straight to black heaven, black heaven

Don’t let the paranoia get to me

Can’t take a trip to penitentiary

I make a flip and take the summer off

A half a brick?

Now that’s a somersault

I look to God, it’s been along road

I got my braid up, like a cornrow

I’ve been through hell, one day I’ll find my way

If not then maybe I can buy my way to black heaven