D.R. Da Rula - Heavens Gates

I might be sick or something
I ain't feeling right
Wrote this shit on winter night
My girl just hit my phone with a text "can't deal tonight"
Fuck it I'm off the Henn tonight
A couple boneless woods and some hood rats that might get me right

Spent 5 on the buckle, she tugging tight, this something light
Keep my mouth closed, if I open up won't be nothing nice
Flow mean like Regina George, I could fuck a dike with my mic have her screaming ouuuuuu for the boy
Who making noise?
I'm silencing niggas like this is sentencing
Only God can judge till that jury don't see yo innocence
You took em to the store, you ain't know that he was gone hit the lick?
You gotta stay hip to bullshit like it's '96
My ex just hit my line, she lonely
I know she want the dick but I cant give her shit
If I said I'm done then I meant it b****
I cut some niggas out the circle cause wasn't no benefit
I think my b**** the realest out my niggas, don't come incorrect
I'm trigger happy like an injured vet about my baby, yeah
I think she got good head cause got intellect
I fuck her good so she don't interject
These pussies know I been a threat
I been getting em wet since Momma took me off the Similac

If I had her then she still with that
When you tripping she gone hit me back
Aye all that arguing I ain't in to that
So when she tripping you can get her back
Shit I can't beef unless I see a rack
Dreads locked no I can't catch a fade
I'm humble cause I prayed to God to see these better days
I'm tryna park a Benz in front of Heaven's Gates

I ain't got no friends, only my brothers, niggas hella fake
Loyal when you broke, how you gone switch when you see hella cake
Damn, Lord knows I'm tryna see tomorrow everyday
But I can die when Heather straight
Momma I'm gone be a Great
Fuck a vacay nigga I'm tryna plan a great escape
The system ain't for us, can't trust nothing that a Jake will say
Gotta get my family out this bitch before I fade away
I know I'm gone make it on this drive, I'm just a play away

I hit the road tryna take it places these niggas never been
Ain't no settling, these niggas cruising I'm still peddling
We don't got the same fame I'm Tesla, you Edison
I really got the game changed, you niggas getting credited

So I been getting geechi off this Henny and this medicine
All about the Benjamin's, my new bitch full of melanin
Should show you how to be a a man but you too feminine
God bless my exes, I'm a motherf****** gentleman

If I had her then she still with that
When you tripping she gone hit me back
Aye all that arguing I ain't in to that
So when she tripping you can get her back
Shit I can't beef unless I see a rack
Dreads locked no I can't catch a fade
I'm humble cause I prayed to God to see these better days
I'm tryna park a Benz in front of Heaven's Gates

Written by:
DWAYNE REYNOLDS

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