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Heaven's Door Video (MV)




Performed By: 100grandroyce
Featuring: Dame Grease
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Aaron Collie




100grandroyce - Heaven's Door Lyrics




[ Featuring Dame Grease ]

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Tryna sneak the raw and the four in
The good die young so I search for the old then
Was told never fold when you blowin' in cold wind
The holes in your clothes ain't the ones to get sewed in
My foes hate the roles that I'm chose in

My aura is golden, I'm from where it's a plus when you snowed in
The School of gettin' bread, I'm enrolled in
You know how it goes when I see a nigga move off emotion
But mine keep it locked like a lead pipe
They crash over hoes, it make me pause like a red light

But you know I'm dead nice, the pen done had your bitch out of bed right
She cookin' up a steak over red rice, should see what her head like
Blowin' smoke to the goat talk, got niggas tryna get it off the side like a mohawk
Catch him in the studio before you get throwed off

The gangsters have you easin' ya clothes off
Ain't no testers to see if your ice real
Just get a little closer, put the heat to your ice grill
Cause face fightin', ain't gettin' the safe tightened
Too many tryna poison the venom with snake bitin

This the thunder, how quick niggas came slidin'
I be right in your face, niggas ain't hidin
You feel the blows like niggas be trained fightin
Till the switches come and spark up the venue like stage lightin

I ain't even take the gloves off
The petty king before it even jump off, it's funny how you snuck off
But I'm watchin' through the scope, quick trigger
Had your kids tryna cope, never been the one to joke
Been the biggest, but you're dun know, the one-o

The one who got him screamin', it's the hundo, the huncho, the jefe
Got him out in Texas with the eses, and mami in my leche
I been killin' niggas in this music shit straight for a decade
And I been on my toes like it's ballet, I'm waitin' on the valet

Push the button for the start, but you f*ck around
And niggas gettin' parked, I don't do it for the charts
Shoppin' till I cop another place
I'm poppin' up, I'm choppin' up the cake

I ain't stoppin' till they watch it on my face
Ain't no options, we don't wait
But they poppin' up, unlockin' all the gates
Now they understand the options we await
Shit
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Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Tryna sneak the raw and the four in
The good die young so I search for the old then
Was told never fold when you blowin' in cold wind
The holes in your clothes ain't the ones to get sewed in
My foes hate the roles that I'm chose in

My aura is golden, I'm from where it's a plus when you snowed in
The School of gettin' bread, I'm enrolled in
You know how it goes when I see a nigga move off emotion
But mine keep it locked like a lead pipe
They crash over hoes, it make me pause like a red light

But you know I'm dead nice, the pen done had your bitch out of bed right
She cookin' up a steak over red rice, should see what her head like
Blowin' smoke to the goat talk, got niggas tryna get it off the side like a mohawk
Catch him in the studio before you get throwed off

The gangsters have you easin' ya clothes off
Ain't no testers to see if your ice real
Just get a little closer, put the heat to your ice grill
Cause face fightin', ain't gettin' the safe tightened
Too many tryna poison the venom with snake bitin

This the thunder, how quick niggas came slidin'
I be right in your face, niggas ain't hidin
You feel the blows like niggas be trained fightin
Till the switches come and spark up the venue like stage lightin

I ain't even take the gloves off
The petty king before it even jump off, it's funny how you snuck off
But I'm watchin' through the scope, quick trigger
Had your kids tryna cope, never been the one to joke
Been the biggest, but you're dun know, the one-o

The one who got him screamin', it's the hundo, the huncho, the jefe
Got him out in Texas with the eses, and mami in my leche
I been killin' niggas in this music shit straight for a decade
And I been on my toes like it's ballet, I'm waitin' on the valet

Push the button for the start, but you f*ck around
And niggas gettin' parked, I don't do it for the charts
Shoppin' till I cop another place
I'm poppin' up, I'm choppin' up the cake

I ain't stoppin' till they watch it on my face
Ain't no options, we don't wait
But they poppin' up, unlockin' all the gates
Now they understand the options we await
Shit
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Writer: Aaron Collie
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