Heaven’s Gates wit Section 8

Lyrics

[Intro] I had to realize, like I don't even be in the studio every day no more, you know? Like workin' on my craft, like, really, really But when I really sit and realize, like This ain't from, like, repetition, this is, like, really God-given, you know? [Verse] The internet's the drug, we chasin' the love So high off the likes, it's makin' us numb Can't even party without thinkin' 'bout takin' a slug No OVO, but, bro, I had to sneak Drac' in the club Like an underage Aubrey Grams of thе pure white girl, she a blondiе Mixed with the soda while she turn my people zombies Can't recruit her, a man like Kunta, so it's probably Some ignorant niggas middleman to distributors Booked for many cases, but never could read the literature They can free your body, but mentally, you a prisoner You want your cornbread? 'Cause I'm finna scrape this chili up But that's light They cut the rope before they reel you up They're beatin' down our kings like the LAPD billy club Homie, I'm a trophy, consider me memorabilia This that art that can auction off for billions Yet still can relate with your everyday civilians Heaven gates with Section 8 is what I'm buildin' You can't relate, you better spin this until it's drilled in So deep in my bag, been pullin' my hand out for years, my fingers still in Goddamn, what the fuck happened? It seem like everybody stopped rappin' I know we in a new era, but quit cappin', please? You gon' make me grab an organ for these rats and fleas Been tryna turn over a new leaf But every time I open up my pad, it's dead rappers in my LooseLeaf He say he a beast, he get a two-piece Now all that's left to see is all these gold-plated chains wrapped on carcasses These metaphors like cock and aimin' fifths, exploding cartridges Decimate 'em, shoot 'em, stab 'em, tase 'em, leave no parts of them If it's smoke, then it's gon' cost a lung and you gon' cough it up I ain't no haggler, but the flow is marvelous, ugh [Chorus] One day, we gon' stop livin' 'Til then, I'ma give it to you raw and I won't stop givin' My all to you This shit is a religion Standin' on the soapbox, preachin' to the children Like Malcolm up in Harlem, teachin' 'em the vision And if you're with me, put your hands to the ceiling Lord, could I get a witness? [Interlude] Now praise God, hah If you're with me, raise your hands up This tabernacle, church, hah, ahh Yeah, Lord Heaven gates with Section 8, open 'em up For the ghetto to walk in Mm Forgive me for my sins And if I don't know where I'm goin', please lead me to To the win, hah Pass me my gin [Chorus] One day, we gon' stop livin' 'Til then, I'ma give it to you raw and I won't stop givin' My all to you This shit is a religion Standin' on the soapbox, preachin' to the children Like Malcolm up in Harlem, teachin' 'em the vision And if you're with me, put your hands to the ceiling Lord, could I get a witness?