Heaven Or Las Vegas

​[Hook]
So tomorrow, we'll end up heaven or Las Vegas
I don't know what God you got, just pray, because these niggas preying
Let the Lord save us, we be God-forsaken
We can make Vegas Heaven if you let me put it straight in
I'm trying to live, I want to love, but I got the wrong glory
"Who's that chick you texting?" That's a different story
Girl, we not guaranteed tomorrow, buckle up and drown your sorrows
We can make Heaven Vegas if we make a milli by tomorrow

[Verse]
I tell you fuck off, now you running
You come back and try to talk, nah, it's 1500 or nothing
I need another bottle, I can't bottle my emotions
You telling me put it down, you'd usually join me, you on some hoe shit
So now I'm ordering more shit, and hope I don't owe shit
You look different, but I won't mind that if you clothes-less
You're starting to look like a massive bitch
But Embiid, trust the process, I'm making Virgin Mary out of a Magdalene
Lord willing, my brother dropped the fish scales and saw the light
Ah, that's right, I'm in the dark, make it look like my father died
Or that he's not coming back, but he's just not calling back
And he's been looking pissed the second he saw this track
Who's that new nigga I caught you with?
Why you rebounding like you just caught a brick?
I'm Drummond, this nigga's my son, I adopted him
You're Drummond, rebounding off me, like you caught a brick
I remember the drugs made you vomit
Since when has alcohol made you honest?
Honestly, you acting a little bit different
I thought you didn't love me anymore, who is you kidding?
Bitch, you leaning on me, I'm just leaning in general
There's no church in the wild, don't end up in the streets with the animals
If I were to rule the world, I would do nothing for you
Hell, even now I can't afford you
Bad bitch white as a kilo brick
Other bitch looking like Kilo Kish
That's weird, the white bitch look just like you
But you look different, meaning she look new
But who the fuck cares, she's not you
No pleasure could ever come close to the pain
Run to the executioner before we see judgement day
Religion ain't the only path to God, baby
I'm seeing through this facade, baby
Oh real soon, we're gonna be in a mirage, baby
So right now pray whatever God you got, and tell him you need a heart, baby
Next day, you text me "it's over", bitch, not true
You're right next to me, oh wait, this not you

[Outro]
The Lord can't save us from Sin City
Nothing will help us get away
The pills won't help you with your pity
I guess all we can do is pray