Ghostemane - Heaven's Gate Has The Best Punch Lyrics

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 pussy
Bitch you oughta be
The schema da posse puttin' all
Yo fans to f*ckin' 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 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 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, or wealth
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, or wealth
Long as you got eleven likes
You won't hate your-

Self