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meek mill - heaven or hell lyrics

sometimes we get caught in our own sins
n-body n-body n-body
sometimes i have to remind myself
that on my worst day
i live like somebody on their greatest
don’t let your demons take you to h-ll
introduce them to heaven

some n-gg-rs go to college
some n-gg-rs go to jail
some make it into heaven
some make it into h-ll
n-body wanna lose
n-body wanna fail
n-body wanna die
n-body wanna kill
the things we do just to make it through
but n-body wanna lose
n-body wanna fail
n-body wanna die
we’re just tryna live our life

look i got homies in the ground skeleton and bones
and n-gg-rs doing life they ain’t ever coming home
they said i wouldn’t make it or never see the throne
and my baby mama hate me cause she said i did her wrong
cause i left to chase my dream get it any means
i said that i’ll be back
she wasn’t listening to me
that back and forth arguing
was getting in between
i said f-ck them other n-gg-rs
i go get it with my team
if we all grind we all shine f-ck a part time
i used to play the block early morning and dark time
now it’s g5 flights f-ck a depart time
it was hard times n-gg-r now it’s our time
just take a look at my life rapping brought me back to life
cause i was in them streets my heart was cold as a pack of ice
every night we strapping like we was in iraq to fight
cause n-gg-rs getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
wow i got a mac at home to my son
on them pappers with a firm hold on his gun
before i snitch y’all gotta burn a hole in my tongue
give me a hundred years in that hole on the sun
in boiling water in the world of no order
in the hood ain’t no loyalty
ain’t no world for your daughter
ain’t no life for your brother on the life for my mother
imma get the fam right n-gg-r you d-mn right

yeah i used to pop a lot of sh-t now i keep it moderate
cause n-gg-rs know i been iced out hopping out of sh-t
right now i’m praying for my son to get this scholarship
a nice university one of these black colleges
far as the hood go i acknowledge it
but whoever ain’t a snake is usually a follower
luckily i can tell a difference
my man coming home
my other man getting sentenced
soft n-gg-rs usually send the hate through the b-tches
jealous instagram n-gg-rs hating on your pictures
we dream chasing y’all n-gg-rs walking behind wishes
without working for it not often you find riches
some n-gg-rs find coffins others just find ditches
just ask around bout the militia they malicious
d-block finish that and cop more dope
i’m two-stroke you four-stroke
if you got enough cigars we can all smoke like
ain’t nothing all good when you all broke
so we could never be equal never
never bite the hand that’ll feed you never
never fear a man if he bleed too
some n-gg-rs need a head shot some n-gg-rs need two
play sweet in these streets and they’ll leave you
you can’t see the devil he’s see through

- meek mill lyrics

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