[Chorus]
Fallin’ from the heavens I’m a God send boy I’m locked in
Bigger picture got me cropped in photoshopped in
Like I pulled up at the drop-in got the hot hand
I was born right in the heartland this was all planned

[Verse 1]
Ay
I got my phone and my wallet my keys and my smoky I’m right in the pocket
The vibe is electric a fork in the socket
The fit is a secondhand product but look how I rock it
The silence is dangerous load it up drop it
I’m sparking the Flint return of the Tropics
Supplying the flame man you know that I got us
Was riding the bench but I turned to a starter
I started a rapper and turned to an artist
I write every verse like a Pulitzer author
Go banger to banger what more can I offer
I high as the pills that I’m finally off of
I’m late on the rent but I manage to cough up
I grip the mic till it squeeze out a dollar
I got a shorty but she trying to holler
There must be something inside of the water

[Chorus]
Fallin’ from the heavens I’m a God send boy I’m locked in
Bigger picture got me cropped in photoshopped in
Like I pulled up at the drop-in got the hot hand
I was born right in the heartland this was all planned
[Verse 2]
I was born up there in Illinois I was born to make some illa noise
Ride round the city in big boy toys
Call the custodian mop up the floors
Walk in the door and I’m dripping in poise
I would of quit by now if I was in this shit for awards
But from where I sit right now I’m duh-duh-duh-duh the world is yours
God sent it yeah
God sent it yeah
No more lies in it yeah
Too much time in it yeah
Too much time wishing yeah
My whole vibe different yeah
My whole life in it yeah

[Chorus]
Fallin’ from the heavens I’m a God send boy I’m locked in
Bigger picture got me cropped in photoshopped in
Like I pulled up at the drop-in got the hot hand
I was born right in the heartland this was all planned