Heaven's Gates

Pack it up and send it out the way
Give a prayer and hope you don't catch a case
Niggas contemplate
Like it ain't the move to make
When it's like million reasons that rebuttal what you say
All about the money, get the fuck up out my face
If you never paid attention, then you never gettin paid
7.25 ain't enough to feel safe
But a kilo of the shit, make a nigga feel great
It's a lot up on my plate
Been that nigga since like ten
We was up in section eight
Keep that nine on me close
It's a open carry state
If a nigga wanna play, might send him up to heaven's gates
Know my money straight, I don't never gotta chase
Nigga's don't won't smoke
Word to dimes, word to eighth's
Carolina plates, they going bury me a great
Im a fucking living legend
I might tat it on my face
Godspeed

Bag it up today, if they coming sideways
Pop the trunk and air the K
Niggas think they great til I step inside the space
Then I give 'em 16, what a rapper pose to say?
Money on money, just watch it pile up
Okay, Og's is truly proud of us
Tell me she love me but I don't say it back
Dedicate my time, but Ion play with that
All about my chips on a bitch
If its problems, lil mama you can dip
Got it off the hustle word to Nip
And I ain't even mother fucking Crip
40 on my hip, shorty on my side
Nigga try to play send him up to Allah
Why would I lie? When a nigga like this
Every word that I spit like a 30 from the clip



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Rambert Iii
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