Heaven Not Hell

[Chorus]
Tana's don't die, they multiply (yeah)
Tana rag in the coffin with the bullets by your side
'Fore you ever touch a hint of that Blu sky
Let every rue in the room know this far you go, you ain't gettin' by
Tana's don't die, they multiply (woah)
This is heaven not hell, so go, you denied
Try to step up, get pressed, get fossilized
Let every rue in the room know this far you go, you ain't gettin' by
[Verse 1]
Coffin cloth match the flag, that's design
Clean cut suit but the heart still grime
Face on a shirt, on a wall, on a shrine
Talk loud now, but the chalk stay quiet
Name on a mural, candles on the curb
You was talkin' like a king, now you barely just a word
Try to slide through the gate, get curved
Saints on the roof, pointin' down like "swerve"
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Halo hang low over cold concrete
Where the prayers and the payback meet
You was reachin' for the clouds with the wrong ID
Got your picture at the door, "don't let him in, please"
Streets got rules, you ain't read that script
You was chasin' after glory with a loose-ass grip
Now it's Tana in the books, every line, every clip
We the ones who never fade, you the ghost in the mix
[Chorus]

rap, Dark, menacing trap beat at mid-tempo with heavy sub-bass and eerie bell plucks; drums punch hard but leave pockets for a swaggering, defiant male vocal. Hook explodes with stacked gang chants and aggressive ad-libs; verses stay tight and rhythmic with occasional double-time bursts. Sparse atmospheric pads widen the chorus, then drop back to bare essentials for maximum impact.