Lyrics

​[Hook] So tomorrow, we'll end up heaven or Las Vegas I don't know what God you got, just pray, because these niggas preying Let the Lord save us, we be God-forsaken We can make Vegas Heaven if you let me put it straight in I'm trying to live, I want to love, but I got the wrong glory "Who's that chick you texting?" That's a different story Girl, we not guaranteed tomorrow, buckle up and drown your sorrows We can make Heaven Vegas if we make a milli by tomorrow [Verse] I tell you fuck off, now you running You come back and try to talk, nah, it's 1500 or nothing I need another bottle, I can't bottle my emotions You telling me put it down, you'd usually join me, you on some hoe shit So now I'm ordering more shit, and hope I don't owe shit You look different, but I won't mind that if you clothes-less You're starting to look like a massive bitch But Embiid, trust the process, I'm making Virgin Mary out of a Magdalene Lord willing, my brother dropped the fish scales and saw the light Ah, that's right, I'm in the dark, make it look like my father died Or that he's not coming back, but he's just not calling back And he's been looking pissed the second he saw this track Who's that new nigga I caught you with? Why you rebounding like you just caught a brick? I'm Drummond, this nigga's my son, I adopted him You're Drummond, rebounding off me, like you caught a brick I remember the drugs made you vomit Since when has alcohol made you honest? Honestly, you acting a little bit different I thought you didn't love me anymore, who is you kidding? Bitch, you leaning on me, I'm just leaning in general There's no church in the wild, don't end up in the streets with the animals If I were to rule the world, I would do nothing for you Hell, even now I can't afford you Bad bitch white as a kilo brick Other bitch looking like Kilo Kish That's weird, the white bitch look just like you But you look different, meaning she look new But who the fuck cares, she's not you No pleasure could ever come close to the pain Run to the executioner before we see judgement day Religion ain't the only path to God, baby I'm seeing through this facade, baby Oh real soon, we're gonna be in a mirage, baby So right now pray whatever God you got, and tell him you need a heart, baby Next day, you text me "it's over", bitch, not true You're right next to me, oh wait, this not you [Outro] The Lord can't save us from Sin City Nothing will help us get away The pills won't help you with your pity I guess all we can do is pray