HEAVEN'S GATES Lyrics

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