Lyrical Breakdown of Heaven - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heaven" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heaven" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Vince Staples employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Vince Staples's narrative.

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Fuck these bitches, I'm focused on business (That's right) Got 'em runnin' in the hood like I bought a new engine (Huh) What these niggas try to save, I'll spend in a minute (Blow it) All this money in the way, niggas ain't in my vision (I don't see 'em) I was really on that block, I came up from nothin' (That block) Puttin' everything in it, it was all or nothin' (My all) Now these diamonds on my neck got all these bitches fuckin' (Hardo) Was the kid that used to sin, now I'm the one who fronted See this Rollie on my wrist, that thing glitter and gold (Bling) Eatin' off this old bread, all these niggas go mold Middle finger to the haters and niggas that told (Fuck 'em) Money over everything, that's the way that I roll, huh I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like? I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like? (Uh) I got bitches, all I see is bitches, all I see is bitches Windows tinted, hide some people in it We extremely lifted (Woah), ain't no limits Kids defyin' physics, crucifyin' bitches Ain't your business how I spend my time, I got bigger fish to fry (Fry) They tellin' lies, I swear to God (God) Heaven left 'em mesmerized, everything ain't televised (Nope) When it rain, then it shine Nevermind, you missin' all the Devil's signs (Woah) Hellen Keller blind, you need eyes, then I'ma come and lend you mine (Uh-huh) Every time I start walkin' proud, they wanna chop, chop, chop, chop me down I just wanna make out with Foxy Brown It's Monday night, so shit raw for now (Uh-huh) I close it up, yeah, I lock it down (Down) Smokin' blunts 'til I'm Gangnam Style (Style) Coughin' into my coffin now Have a bad bitch, money, and a crocodile wit' me Rest in peace to Pimp C Set me free, need ecstasy I just really wanna get my jet to leave (Leave) Go and play the front nine at Pebble Beach (Beach) Set some goals that I'll never reach (Nope) Get you high, seven leaves (Dope) Never peak, good energy 'til it's rest in peace (Let's go) I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like? I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like? Runnin' out of hope Runnin' wild 'cause my momma close to dyin' while we broke A youngest child, I always listened to my father when he spoke Because he'd been through it all A Chris Paul jersey hung on the wall in ninth grade Back when niggas only wanted to ball We used to steal from the mall and had to run from the guards But now we run from the law with guns stuffed in our drawers And all my chambers revolve 'cause I can't risk gettin' caught I got too much on my plate, I think a better tomorrow is what I'm tryin' to make At least for most where I stay, I learned at a young age ain't no savin' 'em all See, some problems is born too far gone to be solved I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary, believe it Never believin' no woman, 'cause bitches lie on the frequent Live and die by this gun, niggas ain't shootin' for fun So run your pockets, we need it Yeah I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like? I must have died and went to Heaven Currently in shock, it'll hit me in a second What's your question? You need a blessin', right? Or you just wonderin' what Heaven's like?