Heaven Gates

Boone on the boards, you know he records all my shit You know we ridin' now we mobbin' with the fuckin' crew Late at night try to pray to the lord, when I wake I'm surrounded by demons I just want them to get all away from me lord, but I stay in the land of the heathens And they tellin' me I cannot pray to you lord, when I speak all you hear is them screamin I just pray that your ass got a place for me lord, I done sold fentanyl to the Deacon On this earth bitch we living in hell, and I'm droppin' them shells Am I reachin' the heaven gates? We don't take to that dissing too well Swear this Glock making spells, nigga watch how we elevate When I think about my bros in the cell, ones who living in hell Gotta smoke, gotta medicate, best believe that my niggas don't hesitate Come and see all these drugs that we regulate, all these niggas be snakes in the blind Ain't no trust in these guys, better watch your position Tell them niggas we takin' they lives, bitch it's truth in rhymes Everyday bitch we livid, niggas bluff like they bustin' they irons Till my niggas go slide, and my niggas gon' fishin You can't speak on this way that we living, these niggas gon' die for that bluffin' and dissing Yo, bitch wanna f*ck with a blood I just walked in the club and I smell like that Baccarat If I can't bring my Glock in this club, then we ain't walking in We perform in the parking lot, tryna flex with them hunnids and dubs In this big body Benz, it can't fit in the parking lot All these niggas tough talk, they just bark a lot Bitch, I'm bustin' this Glock till the carbon drop She wanna know what a"slime" do You can't play hide and seek, cause my niggas gon' find you All my niggas some creeps, I don't need to remind you If you play in the sheets in the dirt, they gon' find you Lord, just leave me a spot in them heaven gates All these sins that I've done, I'ma regulate Nigga cut out your tongue, cause he was a snake All these opps on my lungs, I'ma medicate Late at night, try to pray to the Lord When I wake, I'm surrounded by demons I just want them to get all away from me, Lord But I stay in the land of the Heathens And they tellin' me, I cannot pray to you, Lord When I speak, all you hear is them screamin I just pray that your ass got a place for me, Lord I done sold fentanyl to the Deacon On this earth bitch, We living in hell And I'm droppin' them shells And I'm reachin' the heaven gates We don't take to that dissing too well Swear this Glock make a spell Nigga, watch how he elevate When I think about my bros in the cell Ones who living in hell Gotta smoke, gotta medicate Best believe that my niggas don't hesitate Come and see all these drugs that we regulate