| Heaven or hell boy, freedom or jail boy | 
| A Jansport bag full of shit I could sell for | 
| The higher, the low boy, just me and my homeboys | 
| The police kill us so we made up our own laws | 
| Been fighting this long war, there’s shells in this shores sand | 
| Still young but a grown man, could tell by my stash | 
| Been stackin' money and problems as I wait for the rapture | 
| Death never been no threat, I be chillin', relaxin' | 
| Everybody bleed | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| With everything I need, with everything I want | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To do it like nobody has ever done | 
| When I was in seventh grade my grandfather told me don’t get caught lovin' the | 
| streets cause they never gonna love you back. | 
| But I feel like it’s all we got | 
| so it’s all we really do love. | 
| At the end of the day I feel like the problem is | 
| the people that control it don’t really come from here, so they can’t do | 
| nothing but look down on us. | 
| We look at them, we see somebody that could help | 
| but they look at us and all they see is a nigga. | 
| It don’t really matter anyway, | 
| we all gon' die one day man. | 
| One day | 
| Do doves cry when the black man dies, or do we croak with crows | 
| The young catch gun shots, the old catch the holy ghost | 
| Ho I love not, I never seen no pot of gold | 
| Just ball windows and six fours with no switches | 
| Was broke with no bitches, she love me though | 
| You’ll kill me if it make you richer, what you screaming, you my brother for | 
| Heart is where the hatred is, the brain that stained the love below | 
| And life is what you make it so I’m makin' money for my folks | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| With everything I need, with everything I want | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To do it like nobody has ever done | 
| When most people look at a person who does what I do they look at us with these | 
| preconceived notions as if, it’s a set way for us all to be. | 
| But we all people | 
| at the end of the day so I wonder why we don’t treat each other like it. | 
| You’re looking at a person telling them that they story don’t matter when | 
| they’re no better than me, walkin' down the streets tryna to shoot at somebody. | 
| Cause all we got is these dreams man and y’all ain’t never had to have nothing, | 
| and that’s the last thing you want from anybody. | 
| Is to not really have nothing | 
| I been through hell and back, I seen my momma cry | 
| Seen my father hit the crack then hit the set to flip a sack | 
| I done seen my homies die then went on rides to kill 'em back | 
| So how you say you feel me when you never had to get through that? | 
| We live for they amusement like they view us from behind the glass | 
| No matter what we grow into, we never gonna escape our past | 
| So in this cage they made for me, exactly where you find me at | 
| Whether it’s my time to leave or not, I never turn my back | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make it up to heaven, despite the things I’ve done | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To make my momma proud, feel like her only son | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| With everything I need, with everything I want | 
| I gotta be, I gotta be, I gotta be the one | 
| To do it like nobody has ever done |