Heavens Arms
Game Lyrics


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Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
Dick must be good "cause now she in Boston with bricks
Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
Off with a ten, she took it "cause she's far from a snitch
Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'
It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed
Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper, 'cause I

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta
Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana, 'cause I

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga
Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga
My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
God Flow like Pusha n 'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em
Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
Obama can't speak on it "cause the government's shushin' him
But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures
So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I'm out here tryna win a penant though
Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it I'm in it so

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons




And my crew is strong as Cali kush
It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Game's song Heavens Arms are a tribute to the rapper's success and the lifestyle that comes with it. He raps about his high-end fashion choices, including red Louboutins and Gucci clothing, and boasts about his wealth and power, suggesting he is part of an influential crew. The lyrics also reference Game's sexual exploits, and the control he has over women. He casually mentions sliding his black card at the reception before enjoying a luxury stay at the Ritz. Additionally, Game discusses his love for smoking marijuana of the highest quality and suggests it allows him to reach new heights. The lyrics touch on a range of topics, and while some may view them as superficial, they provide a glimpse into the glamorous lifestyle of a successful rapper.


One interesting fact about the song is that it was originally intended for the rapper Nipsey Hussle, but Game liked it so much that he decided to keep it for himself. The song features the same instrumental and chorus as Nipsey Hussle's track "All Get Right", which was released before "Heavens Arms". Another interesting fact is that the song is part of a concept album that Game created called "Jesus Piece", which explores the dichotomy between street life and religious belief. The album cover features a version of the iconic image of Jesus Christ wearing a gold chain and a red bandana. In addition, the rapper Jay Electronica is name-dropped in "Heavens Arms", and he later collaborated with Game on the song "Don't Shoot" in response to the events in Ferguson, Missouri.


Line by Line Meaning

Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
I'm wearing expensive red shoes and I'm the boss, so watch out


Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
My outfit is expensive and flashy, beware of my presence


Packing heat like two LeBrons
I have guns and I'm ready to use them


And my crew is strong as Cali kush
My group is tough and powerful, just like the highly potent Cali marijuana


It keep you (higher than heaven's arms)
Being with us will give you a thrilling, almost heavenly experience


Gucci in my closet, pardon my head
I have many expensive Gucci clothing items in my wardrobe


Pardon my French, but I'm on my Nas shit, off with your head
Excuse my language, but I'm on my game like Nas and I'm ready to defeat my enemies


Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
I had a sexual encounter with a woman who offered me oral sex, and I reciprocated


Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I used my elite credit card to check in at a luxury hotel


I'm rolling this kush, she coughing and shit
I'm smoking marijuana and the woman with me is coughing from it


Freak bitch named Jada love the LOX, I got her talkin' to Kiss
A promiscuous woman named Jada enjoys listening to the rap group LOX, and I got her to talk to Kiss, presumably another rapper


Got my hands behind my head, now she all in the splits
I'm relaxing while the woman performs a sexual act known as 'the splits'


Dick must be good 'cause now she in Boston with bricks
My sexual prowess has impressed the woman so much that she's willing to engage in illegal activity with me


Got a text on my iPhone, she caught with my shit
I received a message on my phone saying the woman was caught with something related to me


Off with a ten, she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch
She paid a fine because she didn't want to snitch on me


Hold her mama and her daddy down, got a sister at Georgetown
I'm financially supporting the woman's family and her sister is studying at a prestigious university


Paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'
I'm paying for the sister's education so she doesn't have to work as a stripper


It's money so I ain't trippin', this bullshit get printed
I have enough money that I don't need to worry about these expenses, and the situation is getting talked about


Them banks get scoped out, black cars get rented
I investigate banks before using them, and I rent expensive black cars


My Gucci suit tailored, my fade get tapered
My Gucci suit is custom-made, and my hair is styled tapered


You get sent to your maker, fuckin' around with my paper, 'cause I
You'll meet your demise if you mess with my money, because I'm dangerous


Hard bottom Ferragamos, IQ too much for mediocre convo
My shoes are expensive and my intelligence is too high for boring conversation


I know a Farrakhan though, three-story condo
I have a connection with Louis Farrakhan and I own a luxurious three-story house


IPod shuffling between Common, Jay Electronica and Bono
I'm listening to a mix of different musicians on my iPod


Armado, the last words of Paul Castellano
I am armed, like Paul Castellano was before he was killed


Nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas I know
I know people who have lots of money and women, and that's all they care about


Smokin' Cheeba, feeding divas McDonald's
I'm smoking marijuana and buying fast food for promiscuous women


All the way in Milano, ashin' out Cohibas
I'm smoking expensive cigars in Milan


Fuckin' in that blue Aventador, the nose like Gonzo
I'm having sex in a blue Lamborghini Aventador with a very distinct front


Let a bitch get a breather, then she back hittin' high notes
I'm giving the woman a break during sex so she can catch her breath, and then she continues loudly


Throwin' Louis luggage at dealerships, fuck a car note
I'm throwing expensive Louis Vuitton luggage around car dealerships to show my wealth, and I don't need a car loan


15's in everything, beating like Harpo
My sound system has 15-inch speakers and they're very loud


Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
I'm smoking purple marijuana and have a lot of women with me


They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
People want to meet me, and I'm making it happen with the help of my connections


Santana, now we in Magic, Atlanta
I'm in Magic City, a strip club in Atlanta


Wipin' Ciroc off my Loubi's with my Gucci bandana, 'cause I
I'm cleaning my Christian Louboutin shoes with my Gucci bandana, because I'm very wealthy


Kanye with Kim now, I'm happy for that nigga
I'm glad that Kanye West is now with Kim Kardashian


Disrespect him or his wifey, I'll slap you for that nigga
If you insult Kanye or Kim, I will physically harm you in their defense


Grew up listenin' to Pac, now I'm rappin' for that nigga
I used to listen to Tupac as a child, and now I'm rapping in his honor


My brother been dead 20 years, I'm trappin' for that nigga
My brother passed away two decades ago, and I'm making money in his memory


God Flow like Pusha n 'em, rose Phantom pushin' 'em
My rapping style is comparable to Pusha T, and I'm driving a fancy Rolls-Royce Phantom while doing it


Splittin' Louisville Sluggers open, puttin' kush in 'em
I'm cracking open baseball bats and filling them with marijuana


Ain't forgot about the Twin Towers, I blame Bush for them
I haven't forgotten about the September 11th terrorist attacks, and I believe President Bush is responsible


Obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him
President Obama can't talk about it publicly because he's being silenced by the government


But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures
I still support and respect President Obama even though I disagree with his actions


So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
One day, I'll be one of the best rappers and I'll be able to have political conversations with Jay-Z


I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
I was trying to follow Jay-Z's success blueprint for myself


And all them old disses, yo, bullshit, Thibodeau
All the old insults people have said about me are meaningless and irrelevant


He be where the Summer be, I be where the Winter go
I live in a place where it's cold in the winter and the other person lives where it's warm in the summer


Tomahawk the Bugatti, Florida State Seminole
I'm driving a Bugatti car and cheering for the Florida State Seminoles football team


I'm out here tryna win a penant though
I'm working hard to achieve a championship title


Never thought I'd be legendary, but fuck it I'm in it so
I didn't think I'd become a legend, but I'm here and I'm embracing it




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: STANLEY BERNARD BENTON, JAYCEON TAYLOR, MARCELLO VALENZANO, ANDRE LYON

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