Heaven Gates

(альбом: The Hood Dictionary - 2019)

(Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)

Let all the real ones in and close the Heaven gates
Tomorrow never comes, so love me yesterday
When you spell "love" your "O" is lowercase
Me leaving and they change is the worst case
I blow out all the fire like it's my birthday
Like Derek Jeter, everything I did was unsafe
If this money cannot buy your heart, I know that I can rent it
I know this paper might drive me insane, without a speed limit
If you take too long to ask me, I might lie
I'm living wrong, I got this pistol on my right side

It's like my life been moving fast, my niggas dying slowly
Mark ain't ever coming home, he tried to kill the police
I know that police coming home if he ever kill me
You might drown in my songs 'cause my lyrics real deep
I'm blind counting blue hunnids, rest in peace Nipsey
If my fans never touch me, I bet they feel me
The world was sleeping on me, who had bought the earth the onesie

Motives
What is yours? What is yours?
What is yours? What is yours?
What's up with your new shit? Tryna figure who you is
Whatever you do fine, I hope you don't lose it
What is yours? What is yours?

I be high thinking 'bout C-Lo
So I don't shoot craps no more
Before my eyes, I seen the hate start to unfold
Bunch of secrets, I got stories that are untold
Ball with my brothers, mama shoulda named me Lonzo
Even when I'm off the set, a nigga still counting hunchos
I got brothers on the block and they get packs like Mutombo
Tell my life on the phone, it was micro, not Boost Mobile
Everything ain't the same
Living like I robbed a bank
Dead homies not around, it's strange
Unexpected separation
If it ain't a problem, then we gon' make one
I'm too humble, I been working on my arrogance
They down in the dirt, so let us put our prayers up

Let all the real ones in and close the Heaven gates
Tomorrow never comes, so love me yesterday
When you spell "love" your "O" is lowercase
Me leaving and they change is the worst case
I blow out all the fire like it's my birthday
Like Derek Jeter, everything I did was unsafe
If this money cannot buy your heart, I know that I can rent it
I know this paper might drive me insane, without a speed limit
If you take too long to ask me, I might lie
I'm living wrong, I got this pistol on my right side