Heaven’s Gate Has The Best Punch

[Intro]

Hey

So you thinkin' you a edgy motherfucker with your Been Trill

No rent to pay and yo' granny got yo' phone bill

These motherfuckers twenty-two, live like they sixteen

Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hypebeast

No identity, sittin' 'round re-tweetin' tweets

From your favorite rapper you found out about like last week

Keep it trendy like a pussy bitch you oughta be

The schema da posse puttin' all yo' fans to fuckin' sleep

Planet Earth is about to be recycled

Your only chance to survive or evacuate, is to leave, with us

So once you hit eleven likes you a king, pussy be beggin' for you, I see

I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily, easily

Bury yo' head in the ground and then don't come out, better sort your fuckin' life out

There's more to life than hittin' synthetic drugs 'til yo' lights out

When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible, was told to read it

I took it home to my pops, he threw it in the trash and yelled "Don't you even"

That begun my life as a heathen, questioning everything

Especially trends, among other shit keepin' the population contained

The mind that was in Jesus, that mind is in me

I know what I just said. I said: "I am the return of the son of my father"

I'll tell you something that's even more remarkable: my father came with me, this time

Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pussy, no weed

Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep

Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh, well

Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate yourself

Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pussy, no weed

Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep

Shit don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh, well

Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate your-

Self