French Montana and Max B are dusting off the vault for a long-overdue resurrection with Coke Wave 3.5: NARCOS, landing January 9, 2026 via Coke Boys Records, and “Heaven” floats in like a hazy benediction—Max’s silver-tongued croon chasing redemption over French’s block sermon, turning trap scars into something almost sacred.
This mid-album gem channels the duo’s signature wave: syrupy melodies draped in gritty 808s and piano loops that echo Harlem sunsets, blending melodic trap with that raw NY underbelly they patented back in ’09. It’s less about the flip and more the fallout—themes of street purgatory, lost brothers, and chasing highs that mimic the divine, all wrapped in Max’s auto-tuned vulnerability and French’s measured menace. Co-produced in marathon sessions post-Max’s prison bid, it’s their creative exhale: pulling from Narcos fever dreams and old Coke Wave blueprints, where every bar feels like a confessional booth in a trap house. Snippets leaked on French’s Insta last month had fans murmuring about that ethereal hook, a rare soft spot in their armored catalog.
Coke Wave 3.5: NARCOS revives the series’ cult lore, an 18-track odyssey clocking over an hour of unfiltered street scripture—no skits bloating the flow, just relentless chemistry. The concept? A nod to cartel kings and corner hustles, with bangers like opener “Make America Wavy Again (MAWA)” setting the wavy tone, “Whippin Da Wave” flipping bricks to bars, and banger like “Bulletproof Maybach” sealing the saga. Guests whisper in the mix—Chinx echoes, maybe a Dame Grease scratch—but it’s pure Montana-Max alchemy, recorded between NYC lofts and Miami haze.
Max B’s hitting this like a phoenix mid-soar, his first big swing since that 16-year bid ended in ’24, trading cellblock cyphers for platinum plaques and viral TikToks dissecting his wave philosophy. French, ever the architect, is at empire peak—off I’m Sad, I’m Laughing’s chart siege and that surprise Bad Bunny link-up—evolving from mixtape menace to mogul mentor, pulling Max back into the spotlight like family unfinished business. Together, they’re not just dropping heat; they’re rewriting the reunion blueprint, proving the wave don’t crash—it crests eternal.
Dive into the Heaven lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Coke Wave 3.5: NARCOS tracks for more of French Montana & Max B’s wavy street salvation.
| Lead Vocals | French Montana & Max B |
| Songwriter | French Montana & Max B |
| Music Producer | J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League & BeatsByJuko |
| Label | Coke Boys Records |
| Release Date | January 9, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Coke Boys Records |
Lyrics of Heaven by French Montana & Max B
[Intro: Max B]
Yeah, I Really See What’s Going On, Narcos
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Prayin’ That All My Dawgs Go To Heaven (Heaven, Heaven)
Took Me My Very First Drink When I Was Eleven (Eleven, Eleven)
And You Could Feel It From The Rallies On Your Ass, Yeah, Chilling (Chilling)
F**k Them Biggest Niggas In The Defense, They Jealous (They Jealous)
Conkway ’bout To Go Dummy, Killers In Them Hoes Love Me
Spent A Million Cold Money, My B**ch Worth A Whole Country
Pay Homage, We Top Tier, Climb Up To The Top Stair
Run Up Twenty-five Years, Hit Morocco, High Dear
Big Stages We Need To Bless, Four-hundred, I Need To Step
Was Rookies Now We The Vets, Ten Muscles I Need To Flex
Global Jets I Need To Fly, Countin’ Cash I Make Me High
Watch My Boy Up On That Trial, When Max Walked Out I Almost Cried
Double Up, Triple Beatin’
Double Cup, They Dreamin’
Double Back, Second Wind
Niggas You Gotta Double Team
Started From The Bottom Winnin’, Got It With No Radio
Ballin’ With The Family Vince Carter And Tim Mcgrady Though [Chorus: Max B]
Prayin’ That All My Dawgs Go To Heaven (Heaven, Heaven)
Took Me My Very First Drink When I Was Eleven (Eleven, Eleven)
And You Could Feel It From The Rallies On Your Ass, Yeah, Chilling (Chilling)
F**k Them Biggest Niggas In The Defense, They Jealous (They Jealous) [Verse: Max B]
You See The Streets Out Here And See What The Game Is Like
We Ain’t Believe You In The Beginning, Let’s Make It Right
It’s Steak And Rice, Let’s Take The Pipe
You Take The Candy From My Baby, I’ma Take Your Life
I Could F**k A Bad B**ch And I Won’t Even Stay The Night
I Stopped The Drought, F**k You Thought I Couldn’t Get Them Delayed Your Flight
Them Niggas Think They All Act Damn Right (Damn Right)
Pullin’ Off In The Phantom, Banana Tail Pipe (Bang)
When It Comes To Corporations, I Use The Shell Type
We Knock The Shit About The Park, We Hit The Nail Right
I Did The Jumpsuits, Did The Gel Stripes
I Love A Bad B**ch To Keep Her Feet And Nails Right
[Outro]
And I Would Have Been Out With The Girls
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