Heaven or Hell

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Came from the streets where my family tryna eat
Imma get real big cop a coupe with leather seats
I'm the shit in these streets
Who the f*ck you tryna beat
Imma wife three bitches, three rings, three peat
Im a crazy motherfucker talk that shit & get deceased
Imma lay yo ass down, I aint talking bed sheets 
If you keep on talking sour, imma show you what aint sweet
I am on a fuckin mission I won't stop 'till its complete
I been killing all this shit
Run it like im Michael Vick
And these haters on my dick annoy my ass like a tick
If you can't handle my realness you a motherfucking bitch
And I got so many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherfucker in my city
Did it by myself, f*ck your crew f*ck your committee
I don't care about the money, I don't care about the titties
All I care about is money, ten, twenties and them fifties
Ima boss and you a joke
I'm done playing with y'all hoes
Cause when I was fucking broke
Y'all said I ain't had no hope
Now I'm hanging on the top and I brought my fucking rope
And my bars so clean better call it dish soap
When I come around I start laying down this chopper sound when I'm riding
I'll knock you down, I don't play around, your face down in silence
I done told y'all don't sleep
Told y'all don't sleep 
That 40 hit you, thats 4-O thats what I call a sweep 
I don't care if my beat rest, I'm still on that hot shit
I got a glock, I'm shootin shots, you know that them shots hit
Eyes on me like Pac did, so know when to watch it
I'm riding high, you riding low, these bullets flying like popped zits
And I ain't playing bout my paper
I don't care about a hater
Im a one-man rockband, Heath Slater
Bullets coming at you like a restaurant waiter
I been grinding for the money
I been grinding for the Guap 
If you run up on me wrong then you finna get popped
Ain't no killa but don't push me 
I'll clean you off these streets like a pussy with some douche 
Better know I ain't a rookie 
I ain't playing bout my paper 
Ain't playing bout my money 
I'm laughing to the bank cause being broke wasn't funny 
Now all the people hating on my ass living bummy 
I know the jealous brothers lowkey head hunt me 
They see I'm getting richer
I'm in there bitches pictures
I made it out the hood where they throw bullets like a pitcher
Air Force ones, philly jersey and some blue jeans 
Member in the hood no cream with the red beams
Snakes in the grass say they with ya then they switch team
I wouldn't call say a name but I'm me f*ck KD
I'd kill a damn rat
And that's a damn fact
If you searching for the real then you know just where I'm at 
I could never trust a soul
Cause they all lie 
Most the people say they with you wouldn't care if you died 
Cause when you up in the church 
With your face to the sky
Boy they all fuckin hide 
Not a single goodbye
They don't really care for you 
They don't really give a damn 
Half the people in your circle don't consider you fam
Boy you fuckin went out
With no one by your side 
Cause you picked the wrong friends claiming ride or dies 
And it's crazy man
I never fucked with them 
Cause they the goofies that will snitch & get you in the jam 
Not for a second in my life would I trust that 
You can kiss my damn ass motherfuck that 
Cause I be on my own, feeling myself 
While they killing themselves or looking out for some help 
And there money is short, can't even reach for a shelf 
And my money real Long it's touching heaven and hell 
And if you come at me with wack shit 
You finna get yo cap split 
Cause I come from the chi where taught on never lacking 
And back in the day, i kept that dough stacking 
So when the day finally came I could get the clothes packing 
So I could get out 
And I could fucking leave 
But then all them bitches just started fuckin wit me 
Cause they hate to show that real love 
And love to show the hate 
And ain't nobody talking when I had a empty plate 
But now I got bread and they all want to eat 
Acting like they f*ck wit me 
So they get a meal for free
Boy get the f*ck out 
You never kept it trill
I only share my bread with the ones who keeping it real 
But if they fuckin lie
Or try to act dumb 
Then they getting cut off, thats the rule of the thumb 
So stop with the games 
And stop being lame 
Before I have to pull out the letter after the j 
I think it's crazy 
How y'all can be so fake 
Just know That if I'd kill a rat, I'd kill a goddamn snake 
A bee, you a fly, you a damn pest 
If you a snake or a rat, wear a damn vest 
And get yo life right bitch cause you a damn mess, 
And don't come at my neck that's a failed test 
You wanna try it, go ahead, be my damn guest
Just know you finna catch a shell to yo damn chest

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