Heaven Is For Real

[Intro] I consider myself a storyteller I'm a writer, I'm a producer, I'm an author I'm an actor, I'm a director Let be able to go into these different worlds is very powerful for me So I love to work I don't know any other way Part of it in the beginning was I was running from poverty I thought Everything's messed up I don't know what to do, where to go or look Who I am? Has to be Pure I'll get it, just patience Work, earn, learning Will he ever see to perceive me as other than pure [Hook] So check me in God (check me in, check me in) Check me in God To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God Check me in, check me in Check me in God The streets will take me by the limb Check me in God (check me in, God) To your gates, to your heaven, yo your hymns God Check me in, check me in [Verse 1] Give me your soul, give me your beat Give me everything I need just to unleash the beast Darkest angel, but I come in peace I flew over heads, I'm a traveling man One sick motherfucker with a way fare plan To eliminate the feeling of the devil on my shoulders I remain a soldier, starving artist with composure If X marks the spot, give me three X's Bare strength, hands like I hold them More or less I mold them I even turn my actions into diamonds if I smould 'em Not a Simpson, but finally felt what home is And my spirit needs fine tuning A caveman and I'm finally a Conan Ayo Peter, I'm also a Family Guy So please, would you just let me in the house tonight I know the night is young and a nigga was still taking baby steps Until the light, struck and everything became radiant [Hook] So check me in God (check me in, check me in) Check me in God To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God Check me in, check me in Check me in God The streets will take me by the limb Check me in God (check me in, God) To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God Check me in, check me in [Verse 2] I'm just pleading for the right, my nigga To walk heaven grasses and be alright, my nigga Narrow my vessel like a Vascular constrictor I'm the agent that was sent from rags to riches To rise and vicious, but life's hard I could really argue my linguistics of this shit Who really are you to judge a man Tryna make it in this day and age, G Don't expect silver spoons the way I was raised Tear ducts dried up, some people walk in the rain Others get wet, I show you how to walk with the pain Imperfect world, I'm an angel, the same Same sin that was on Paul trying to make a name Look, now I'm a ghostwriter like I'm Nicolas Cage And the enemies and friends I couldn't mention I left behind a whole life just to turn a new page Now I'm just trying to show you the ways [Hook] So check me in God (check me in, check me in) Check me in God To your gates, to your heaven, to your hymns God Check me in, check me in Check me in God The streets will take me by the limb Check me in God (check me in, God) To your gates, to your heaven, yo your hymns God Check me in, check me in [Outro (x2)] (?) demand an offering But it has to be pure, be infinite Like me and me