Heaven or Hell (feat. Queen B, Main Attrakktion & Carter)
Simi Stylezz
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Late night was up, tryna feed my hungry son And I ain't ate all day, I know I'm not the only one Ruth Chris, but we started on the dollar menu Money been calling my name, I ain't got time to feel you These niggas hands out, They acting like you owe them something Told them leave my life if they ain't real enough, they always bluffing Always on go, so no I don't follow the rules And no I'm not the shooter, he in the cut, holding the tool They asking bout my whereabouts They wanna know what Bri been bout Like where she from and who she know and what the f*ck she mean about And I just kick it, they mimic, I'm chilling rolling blizzies My flow so sickening, they missing, my palms just started itching Yea. And I'm just playing on this beat Graduated from hungry, now I'm bout to get greedy, yea Just rolled another blunt, bout to roll another one Told that nigga, I ain't got no time that money make me cum Pretty ass smile, nice waist, perfect titties Residing in Baltimore, the streets, hottest city Rest in peace bro, all I know is get money Can't see the hate over there, my side is looking sunny Took a while to figure out, I know just where I'm going I know the world and who I am and now its time to show it Jack of all trades, I'm laid back so I don't need the light Always been a chill bitch, never really with the hype Said with the hype Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably cop a coup Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably, yea I'm 27 now and yea the goal is heaven now My thoughts in disarray, let's cool the fucking kettle down My parents wild, but if I call my dad a coward then I I be wrong, my vibe is two tone, and she know she dead wrong, yea But I got something to say, they call me Malcolm 3k And I'm stressed, but I know my granny okay It's been like 5 or 6 years now, I'm mobbin Say I'm shaking backing out of town And this me, I'm just figuring it out My third eye and my faith got me in and then out The church they pray and they shout, while I'm suicidal But I'm going hard, so my wins negate my L's And I know, this for sure Money clean, and it grows And I know, this for sure Money clean, and it grows Heaven or hell nigga, two ways Choose wisely It's Carter next, no Jay Z, but he's here to body Aye meek f*ck with us yo Queen B Sparked it off Simi Stylezz got the anchor leg My pen filled up with venom Lyrically I be killing shit, Hennessy in my system Got me filled up with adrenaline, mind state militant These niggas claim they sick as this, but I ain't really feeling it You niggas just some middle men, come straight to the source I see it, I like it, I leave with it, don't ask bout the cost Dripping in sauce, stones in my cross, you losers is lost And I be smoking gas, the room filled with exhausted These bitches panties is lost, while they Uber be waiting I spent a lot on this Bathing Ape, I'm just making a statement Don't we die for these niggas because a lot of them hating Got me dressed in all black like I'm matching the pavement You wack, overrated, frustrated, and mad Shit is just trash, it's comedy to me, I just listen and laugh Nigga all jokes aside, we'll never coincide You'll never be on my level, bars never cold as mines nigga Tell me what you want more, the women or the top floor I'll take the linen, I'm chilling, I'm in my top 4 When you chase the money, the women, they want to top yours Im in the drop, I'm Ye without the OP No cap, I'm letting the bells ring with the strap I love to let them think the things free with the app Till they get the pressing the moment I'll let it snap Like a couple bottles and bitches laid on they back Me and my niggas get it the gutter way My nigga say less, I'm barely giving a f*ck away Ain't shit free, you got to pay it some other way I seen ya bitch choosing, I'm bout to give her the tuck her way That's that Chris shit, Banging on that KRIT Don't be pushing on my buttons if you ain't bout to f*ck with it Got a lot of ways Jay Critch, Bitch I'm hot, Hey Bruno couldn't put a pinky ring to the top, shit How you supposed to swag, yo you know I'm nice as any One them New York cats came and told me that's a fendi Going shot for shot, shit we both gon need bout 20 Going shot for shot, shit you know your boy Simi Get this shit jumping like a lobby full of Genji Do it for the culture popping bottles of that Henney All these rappers acting, need to give they ass an Emmy Chilling in my robe, viewing movies scored by Kenney
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Written by: Briana Robinson, Carter Demond, Deon Herbin, Malcolm Cheaves
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