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simi stylezz - heaven or hell lyrics

[verse 1: queen b]
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 n-ggas 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 n-gga, i ain’t got no time that money make me c-m
pretty -ss smile, nice waist, perfect t-tties
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 b-tch, never really with the hype

[verse 2: main attrakktion]
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 f-cking 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

[hook: main attrakktion]
and i know, this for sure
money clean, and it grows
and i know, this for sure
money clean, and it grows

[bridge: main attrakktion]
heaven or h-ll n-gga, 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

[verse 3: carter]
my pen filled up with venom
lyrically i be k!lling sh-t, hennessy in my system
got me filled up with adrenaline, mind state militant
these n-ggas claim they sick as this, but i ain’t really feeling it
you n-ggas 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 b-tches 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 n-ggas because a lot of them hating
got me dressed in all black like i’m matching the pavement
you wack, overrated, frustrated, and mad
sh-t is just trash, it’s comedy to me, i just listen and laugh
n-gga all jokes aside, we’ll never coincide
you’ll never be on my level, bars never cold as mines n-gga

[verse 4: simi stylezz]
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 b-tches laid on they back
me and my n-ggas get it the gutter way
my n-gga say less, i’m barely giving a f-ck away
ain’t sh-t free, you got to pay it some other way
i seen ya b-tch choosing, i’m bout to give her the tuck her way
that’s that chris sh-t, banging on that krit
don’t be pushing on my b-ttons if you ain’t bout to f-ck with it
got a lot of ways jay critch, b-tch i’m hot, hey
bruno couldn’t put a pinky ring to the top, sh-t
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, sh-t we both gon need bout 20
going shot for shot, sh-t you know your boy simi
get this sh-t 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 -ss an emmy
chilling in my robe, viewing movies scored by kenney

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