Yeah, I see the lights on Mister Made It Out
All doors go to Heaven
Sorry, Mom, not no baby now
Yeah, I know I got you stressed
Told my brother just to wait it out
All doors go to Heaven
For real
All doors go to Heaven, Hell, Prada, YSL, all my niggas sell
In the cell, hop straight to the field, skip the NFL
Niggas fell, married to that block, go ‘head, get a veil
Niggas frail, talkin’ like they opp, go ahead, send ’em hell
In the shell, I can’t love no thot, she like, “Nigga, hell.”
In the shell, I can’t love no thot, she like, “Nigga, change
” I don’t want no nine-to-five, I wanna be like Gucci Mane
I don’t fuck with Uncle Sam, I just wanna stab Lorraine
I can’t get too tied up, she just want my last name
I don’t even know love anyway, I cop dope anyway
Ho shit get you fired up, I know all these niggas snakes
Pussy, what you lie for?
See that shit all in your face
Get paid, young nigga, get paid
Know they hate a young nigga, gotta pray
Saw the cage, said, “Fuck a living wage.”
Diamond links, I’m just praying, God save me
I know niggas who get greedy ’bout that paper, aye
Keep a four-piece with me all occasion
Buying chains, nigga used to pray for cable
All the rage, now she reachin’ by my navel, aye
It get shaky on the other side, keep your mans close
Brand new guala got me thanking God, pockets Pantone
She paint pictures with me for the plaid, think she Van Gogh
Like she touring every stop, she go where them bands go
V8 squating, but that engine make me feel like Lando
They ain’t say I was no prize ’til that shit went land, though
With that robe for that mission, I might go commando
I was ten toes ‘fore I had this shit to stand on
Where your code, pussy nigga?
What the fuck you stand for?
If it let my dog shine, I’ll let these bands go
I make pressure when it’s crunch time, make me cram more
Don’t give no fuck about no lunch line, give me ammo
I’m a soldier
Aye
I’m a soldier
Yeah
Aye
Dirty Trey, nigga
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