VIP in Heaven - Jabee, XV

Please

Valet park the car, take the keys

Welcome to Heaven, here go your halo and your wings

I gotta show ID (why?)

Cause everything is changed

And I don’t got Young, Fresh or Fly in my name

I think I’m insane trying to make it off of true skill

When rappers acting like models doing Blue Steel

And everybody like «My swag is the shit.»

What?

I thought swag meant S. tuff W.e A. ll G.et

Haha

And now it’s like they the rabbit in the races

Long run don’t matter cause we all just want to make it

Niggas trying to live to be drop dead famous

Get a Hollywood star, forget my hands and put my face in it

So when I make it to the gate and the stars

Tell St. Peter I was on all of the blogs

Ask for directions an I couldn’t believe it

He said, «Boy you need Jesus

Ain’t no VIP in…»

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»

I read the Bible front to back and I couldn’t find the page

Where it said, «Get your cash, car and gold chain»

Rings, no, check

Bling, no wreck

Trying to make it into Heaven being Dope Boy Fresh

My Dougie didn’t work, should’ve Super Man’d first

Tried to Stanky Leg, can’t Bootie Doo in church

In church so I give 10% of what I make

Took out my ice grill, put it in the offering plate

Flight club delay, four minute on sneakers

Like I’m going to get into Heaven dressed better than Jesus

Wait, is there a dress code?

Dressed to impress soooo

They know I got scrilla

My halo’s made of platinum, wings of chinchilla

I’m fixing up my Jeep, I hope God likes spinners

Sinners give it all up, God said, «Do it.»

Needle in hand, trying to put a camel through it

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»

So why does everybody act like

We gotta do it big and take this to the afterlife?

The fast life will get you flooring the gas

To make G’s off your Single, ignoring your Kraft/craft

Niggas want the fortune so bad, there’s no will

Leaving your unfortunate ass like «no will»

And they ain’t got torches to pass

Cause they use all of they gas to gas 'em up to think they was ill

They thought they could build

A staircase to see the stairway to Heaven

Just to make sure it was real

Like the Tower Of Babel

A few hundred years after

God struck 'em down and they all became rappers

The Kid With The Green Back Pack and I get even

No matter how odd, you find what I believe in

There’s more Average Joes then Superstar Stevens

So when I clock out tell 'em we gonna have a meeting up in

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»

Valet parking please

I step in and all the talking cease

Back on Earth it was all eyes on me

And now I see, there ain’t no VIP up in

«Heaven»