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Heaven Sent
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Sep 2, 2026 updated
Verified editorial review
Lecrae and Miles Minnick deliver a hard-hitting hip-hop track that blends street credibility with bold Christian testimony. The song addresses the pressures of fame, opposition, and violence while declaring unwavering faith in God. Lecrae references carrying a Bible and a gun, praying for enemies, and being from Heaven, emphasizing that faith works even in dangerous environments. The chorus reinforces a refusal to engage in worldly conflicts, instead staying locked in on a heavenly mission. The lyrics touch on themes of redemption, spiritual warfare, and the transformative power of the Holy Spirit, making it a raw and confrontational gospel rap anthem.
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[Lecrae:]
Woah, you know I'm back on the turf (On the turf)
Still rappin' 'til they back out the Hearse (Yeah)
Yeah, they wanna see me crash out or worse (Woo)
They don't get it though, that faith really works
G.O.A.T. mode, Miles finally call it "GLO Mode"
Throwin' at a brother's side, get a Rolo
Yeah, we still forty deep, never solo
Peacemaker with the Nortes and Sureños
Pequeño never, always been a big stepper (Big stepper)
Bible and a forty-five on the dresser
Why they always goin' live when they stressin'?
Shut up, talk to God for your blessing
Ayy, let me learn you a little lesson, boy, you messin' with the message
Why you out here being messy, talk about the resurrection
I be good in every section, that's on God on a set
When they ask where I'm from I just said I'm from Heaven
[Miles Minnick:]
We ain't got no time for that (We ain't got no time)
Me, I ain't got no ties to that
Yeah, put me on the line for that
Off top, locked in, on ten, heaven-sent
We ain't got no time for that (We ain't got no time)
Me, I ain't got no ties to that (No ties)
Yeah, put me on the line for that
Off top, locked in, on ten, heaven-sent
No stress homie, how you say that I'm yo' west homie?
And when you heard about that fire, you ain't check on me
Just to get to the top, they big step on me
But it's good, I still pray that God bless me
Ayy, lighting up your city like a police cruiser
Ask me where I'm from when I'm pulling up on Hoover
Heaven, I just came to pray for the shooter (Yeah)
Holy Spirit clean out your house like a looter
Take a track to the club for the Crips and the Bloods
For the rich and the thugs 'cause my clique is a buffer
Tell me if you want it, y'all time but I'm GLO-ing
Better tone this, woah, woah (Sheesh), I plant seeds in L.A
But I'm not about what happened to Keith Lee in the Bay
You can come back next time, step with your boy
Just make sure you got nothin' left in your car
We ain't got no time for that (We ain't got no time)
Me, I ain't got no ties to that
Yeah, put me on the line for that
Off top, locked in, on ten, heaven-sent
We ain't got no time for that (We ain't got no time)
Me, I ain't got no ties to that (No ties)
Yeah, put me on the line for that
Off top, locked in, on ten, heaven-sent