Testo Heaven Gates - NoCap

Testo della canzone Heaven Gates (NoCap), tratta dall'album The Hood Dictionary

(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 leavin' 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 livin' wrong, I got this pistol on my right side
It's like my life been movin' fast, my niggas dyin' slowly
Mark ain't ever comin' home, he tried to kill the police
I know that police comin' home if he ever kill me
You might drown in my songs 'cause my lyrics real deep
I'm blind countin' blue hunnids, rest in peace Nipsey
If my fans never touch me, I bet they feel me
The world was sleepin' 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 thinkin' '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 countin' 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
Livin' 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 workin' 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 leavin' 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 livin' wrong, I got this pistol on my right side



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Writer(s): Raul Bermejo, Kobe V Crawford
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