Heavens Gate
Imagine what it's like when you get to Heavens Gate
I wonder is there a line
Does God make you wait
Or does he know where you're goin like its all part of yo fate
Or does he kick you out if you end up coming too late
Does he remind you of your sins that lie you told in the 8th grade
What if the all the sins you commit,
Never truly fade
I mean to throw no shade I'm just thinking out loud now
All these passionate opinions fill my mind like surround sound
But here is the plot twist
Here's where the plot thicks
Now I ain't asking you to save me but God why don't you stop this
What if Heaven is hell
What if I couldn't tell
What if we all fucked up and died, and earth where we fell
Or maybe you go to earth when God couldn't go and just pick right
And this a second chance wit God to go and just get right
Or maybe this is hell and that's why niggas rapin babies
And niggas killing niggas, somethin we see on the daily
Be the money
Or the fame
It draws us niggas all the same
Be the fans
Or the clout
Shit got niggas wildin' out and I don't know
What I can really do about it except write about it
Uh
And yeah I think about it
How I make the change I wanna see
Without the money
How I get the money without ending up acting funny
In the head top
Got me thinking whats my price to make my head pop
I wonder is there a line
Does God make you wait
Or does he know where you're goin like its all part of yo fate
Or does he kick you out if you end up coming too late
Does he remind you of your sins that lie you told in the 8th grade
What if the all the sins you commit,
Never truly fade
I mean to throw no shade I'm just thinking out loud now
All these passionate opinions fill my mind like surround sound
But here is the plot twist
Here's where the plot thicks
Now I ain't asking you to save me but God why don't you stop this
What if Heaven is hell
What if I couldn't tell
What if we all fucked up and died, and earth where we fell
Or maybe you go to earth when God couldn't go and just pick right
And this a second chance wit God to go and just get right
Or maybe this is hell and that's why niggas rapin babies
And niggas killing niggas, somethin we see on the daily
Be the money
Or the fame
It draws us niggas all the same
Be the fans
Or the clout
Shit got niggas wildin' out and I don't know
What I can really do about it except write about it
Uh
And yeah I think about it
How I make the change I wanna see
Without the money
How I get the money without ending up acting funny
In the head top
Got me thinking whats my price to make my head pop
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Writer(s): Dominique Arnold
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