XV - VIP In HeaveN lyrics
[Intro] [XV talking]: Yeah. 9th Wonder. See I was talking to my home girl Jesse and I don't know why, but...I thought that when I die I'll take all these platinum plaques and Grammys and magazine covers with me and exchange them into heavy dollars or something. Little did I know, Everybody's Nobody [Verse One] [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 sk** When rappers acting like models doing Blue Steel And everybody like "My swag is the sh**." 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 n***as 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..." [Hook]: "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" [Verse Two] [Jabee]: 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 [Hook]: "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" [Verse Three] [XV]: 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 n***as want the fortune so bad, there's no will Leaving your unfortunate a** like "no will" And they ain't got torches to pa** 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 [Hook]: "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"