Heaven’s Gate Has The Best Punch lyrics

[Intro]
Heey

[Verse 1]
So you thinkin' you a edgy motherf*cker with your Been Trill
No rent to pay and yo granny got yo phone bill
These motherf*ckers twenty-two, live like they sixteen
Ain't nothin urban bout a outfitter hype--
Beast, no identity, sittin' 'round re-tweetin' tweets
From your favorite rapper you found out about like last week
Keep it trendy like a pus*y b*tch you oughta be
The schema da posse puttin' all yo fans to f*ckin' sleep

[Interlude]
Planet Earth is about to be recycled
Your only chance to - survive - or evacuate, is to leave, with us

[Verse 2]
So once you hit eleven likes you a king
pus*y 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 f*ckin' 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 sh*t, keepin' the population contained
[Interlude]
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

[Chorus]
sh*t don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pus*y, no weed
Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep
sh*t don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, or wealth
Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate yourself
sh*t don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no pus*y, no weed
Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep
sh*t don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, or wealth
Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate your-

[Outro]
Self