Kur - Heaven or Hell lyrics

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Kur - Heaven or Hell lyrics

Dre was on some college sh** Reek, he had a scholarship Now they up the F tryna survive and sh** Four n***as to a cell, them jails on some crowded sh** Why they gotta rot in there, I'm hoping they don't die in there As bad as I want you here, I know it's reasons why you there I can imagine you on your top bunk, lying there Thinking about the sh** that we did before you got in there I hate to see you locked in there I know that there's a better place Stand tall and hold your water, never let the levees break Tommy keep on boxing, I know one day you'll be heavyweight Let me set the record straight: my house look likes it's Section 8 I barely had a first which means I never seen a second plate Told my mom I'll move her out before she see them heaven gates Before she see that graveyard, I'll make sure it's paid off When I grow that money tree I know it'll bring shade dawg Rather see Marquis play ball than see him laid off Every night I pray for Tum, knowing that them days long Hoping that he stay strong, hope he keep his head high Wipe away my tears God we never met the deadlines But everything gets better over time likes it's red wine (red wine) Being broke, I never liked those days Thought about it like "Damn, how my life gone change?" Even though my n***a Don had some Pyscho ways I still love him cause we was tighter than some micro braids! My mom couldn't even wipe herself She stopped washing, stopped shaving, she ain't like herself I used to always want them sneakers on the Nike shelf n***a please you don't know how living trifling felt, I know how trifling felt Every night I used to hustle them quarters When it was time to take a bath I grabbed a bucket of water My curfew, been pa**ed, I was up on them corners Making plays I was ducking from tourist, and watching out for explorers I was the poorest, needed help so bad We was all f**ed up, and I felt so bad Hated having company, my house smelt so bad But I said f** it, me and Coo we gotta bag this ratch I hated f**ing b**hes Cause my dick used to stink, and my a** smelled, like a** I was the trash from the trash Couldn't even take a bath, a lotta sh** I didn't have 15, grabbed my first pair of Pradas from the ave Yeah I love my n***a Coon, we be always in our bag And I love my n***a Dot, although it's problems that we had Shout out to my n***a Lil, told me focus on this cash Anytime that n***a had it, he made sure we all had Almost cried when I seen my n***a Arion Laid up in that bed, almost paralyzed was terrified Made me think about my life, I cherish mine Swing on me, I'm swinging back just like I'm Barry Bonds n***as be the scary kind, that was never me cause all I fear is God Tryna turn my crib into the Marriott b**hes they ain't hear me out, never used to text me back f** them b**hes, now I'm bout my cheese ain't talking pepper jack

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