| Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
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| Some make it into heaven, some make it into hell
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| Nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
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| Nobody want to die, nobody want to kill
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| The things we do just to make it through
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| But nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
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| Nobody want to die, we’re just tryna live our life
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| Cold ass court-room facing the L
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| Twenty-four hours prior pacing myself
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| Asking myself, is this it? |
| is this what i deserve?
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| Red jumper fitting like they had one on reserve
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| So alone feelin' like the only one on the earth
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| Shot go wrist to ankle mama looking worried and scurred
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| Immediate revenge before the verdict was served
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| Shoot a nigga shit up dont alert him and swerve
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| Talkin bout revenge thats a perfect return
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| These degrees gon burn you gon suffer the third
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| Bakin soda and the bird turn feathers to fur
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| So these motha fuckin fellas be as jealous as girls
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| Niggas hatin but they beggin me to sell em these words (WORD)
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| But i gotta beat these felonies first
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| Bought a brand new benz that’ll never reverse
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| This is never rehearsed, this a methamphetamine verse
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| Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
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| And niggas doing life, they ain’t ever coming home
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| They said I wouldn’t make it or never see the throne
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| And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
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| Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any means
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| I said that I’ll be back, she wasn’t listening to me
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| That back and forth arguing was getting in between
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| I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
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| If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part time
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| I used to play the block early morning and dark time
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| Now it’s G5 flights, fuck a depart time
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| It was hard times, nigga now it’s our time
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| Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
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| Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
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| Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
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| Cause niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
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| Woah, I got to make it home to my son
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| On them papers with a firm hold on his gun
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| Before I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
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| Give me a hundred years in a hole on the sun
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| In boiling water, in the world of no order
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| In the hood ain’t no loyalty, ain’t no world for your daughter
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| Ain’t no life for your brother, on the life of my mother
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| I’mma get the fam right, nigga you damn right
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| Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
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| These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
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| Right now I’m praying for my son to get this scholarship
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| A nice university, one of these black colleges
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| Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
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| But whoever ain’t a snake usually a follower
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| Luckily, I can tell a difference
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| My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced
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| Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
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| Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
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| We dream chasing, y’all niggas walking behind wishes
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| Without working for it, not often you find riches
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| Some niggas find coffins others just find ditches
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| Just ask around 'bout the militia, they malicious
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| D-block, finish that and cop more dope
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| I’m two-stroke, you four-stroke
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| If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
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| Ain’t nothing all good when you all broke
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| So we could never be equal
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| Never bite the hand that’ll feed you
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| Never fear a man if he bleed too
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| Some niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
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| Play sweet in these streets and they’ll leave you
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| You can’t see the devil, he’s see through |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven or Hell, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Give Me the World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп