Heaven Gates
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) Like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
Oh he tryna learn lessons
Now the nigga ascending
They made shit start and now shit ending
Better go call up a reverend
He ain't on shit pretending
Look at boy in the cut tryna blend in
What he said?I can't comprehend him
It's too late I already condemned him
I'm chasing breesh
Chasing them euros getting the bands
Tryna test me well I'm finna teach and make sure them hollows fill up his glands
Make it a movie on demand
Oh that's ya mans but he ran
I'll do 50 in the can
Before I say shit or switch on my mans
Don't think shit sweet I was raised in the slums
I'm from a town gotta Carry gun
I'm from a town where it's no 1 on 1s
One call and Bro leaving em gone
Don't try to play tuff you gone end up misplaced in a whole different space
Where you can't see no sun
Wake up at 7 the time that you sleeping to run up them racks you wake up
When I'm done
Kick me a Chev we gone run up them funds
The bitch wanna smoke but I just want buns
I rolled up a hotty shit punching my lungs
Was talking that shit Watch boy still run
Love having em shook shit too fun
Think I said it before we are not the ones
Nobody ahead we number 1
Moving like Air Force not the 1s
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) Like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
Oh he tryna learn lessons
Now the nigga ascending
They made shit start and now shit ending
Better go call up a reverend
He ain't on shit pretending
Look at boy in the cut tryna blend in
What he said?I can't comprehend him
It's too late I already condemned him
I'm chasing breesh
Chasing them euros getting the bands
Tryna test me well I'm finna teach and make sure them hollows fill up his glands
Make it a movie on demand
Oh that's ya mans but he ran
I'll do 50 in the can
Before I say shit or switch on my mans
Don't think shit sweet I was raised in the slums
I'm from a town gotta Carry gun
I'm from a town where it's no 1 on 1s
One call and Bro leaving em gone
Don't try to play tuff you gone end up misplaced in a whole different space
Where you can't see no sun
Wake up at 7 the time that you sleeping to run up them racks you wake up
When I'm done
Kick me a Chev we gone run up them funds
The bitch wanna smoke but I just want buns
I rolled up a hotty shit punching my lungs
Was talking that shit Watch boy still run
Love having em shook shit too fun
Think I said it before we are not the ones
Nobody ahead we number 1
Moving like Air Force not the 1s
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
All for my brothers I'm catching that case
Nigga don't be laced
Niggas be frail go lift some weights
Oh that nigga trick catch him on dates
Send him to heaven
Walk through them gates
(Skrrt skrrt) like fuck the jakes
Nah we can't stop these dirty plates
Foot on the gas like fuck them breaks
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Writer(s): Alva Henry
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