ChiraqJay - Heaven or Hell Lyrics

Came from the streets where my family tryna eat
Imma get real big cop a coupe with leather seats
I'm the shit in these streets
Who the f*ck you tryna beat
Imma wife three bitches, three rings, three peat
Im a crazy motherf*cker talk that shit & get deceased
Imma lay yo ass down, I aint talking bed sheets
If you keep on talking sour, imma show you what aint sweet
I am on a f*ckin mission I won't stop 'till its complete
I been killing all this shit
Run it like im Michael Vick
And these haters on my dick annoy my ass like a tick
If you can't handle my realness you a motherf*cking bitch
And I got so many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherf*cker in my city
Did it by myself, f*ck your crew f*ck your committee
I don't care about the money, I don't care about the titties
All I care about is money, ten, twenties and them fifties
Ima boss and you a joke
I'm done playing with y'all hoes
Cause when I was f*cking broke
Y'all said I ain't had no hope
Now I'm hanging on the top and I brought my f*cking rope
And my bars so clean better call it dish soap
When I come around I start laying down this chopper sound when I'm riding
I'll knock you down, I don't play around, your face down in silence
I done told y'all don't sleep
Told y'all don't sleep
That 40 hit you, thats 4-O thats what I call a sweep
I don't care if my beat rest, I'm still on that hot shit
I got a glock, I'm shootin shots, you know that them shots hit
Eyes on me like Pac did, so know when to watch it
I'm riding high, you riding low, these bullets flying like popped zits
And I ain't playing bout my paper
I don't care about a hater
Im a one-man rockband, Heath Slater
Bullets coming at you like a restaurant waiter
I been grinding for the money
I been grinding for the Guap
If you run up on me wrong then you finna get popped
Ain't no killa but don't push me
I'll clean you off these streets like a pussy with some douche
Better know I ain't a rookie
I ain't playing bout my paper
Ain't playing bout my money
I'm laughing to the bank cause being broke wasn't funny
Now all the people hating on my ass living bummy
I know the jealous brothers lowkey head hunt me
They see I'm getting richer
I'm in there bitches pictures
I made it out the hood where they throw bullets like a pitcher
Air Force ones, philly jersey and some blue jeans
Member in the hood no cream with the red beams
Snakes in the grass say they with ya then they switch team
I wouldn't call say a name but I'm me f*ck KD
I'd kill a damn rat
And that's a damn fact
If you searching for the real then you know just where I'm at
I could never trust a soul
Cause they all lie
Most the people say they with you wouldn't care if you died
Cause when you up in the church
With your face to the sky
Boy they all f*ckin hide
Not a single goodbye
They don't really care for you
They don't really give a damn
Half the people in your circle don't consider you fam
Boy you f*ckin went out
With no one by your side
Cause you picked the wrong friends claiming ride or dies
And it's crazy man
I never f*cked with them
Cause they the goofies that will snitch & get you in the jam
Not for a second in my life would I trust that
You can kiss my damn ass motherf*ck that
Cause I be on my own, feeling myself
While they killing themselves or looking out for some help
And there money is short, can't even reach for a shelf
And my money real Long it's touching heaven and hell
And if you come at me with wack shit
You finna get yo cap split
Cause I come from the chi where taught on never lacking
And back in the day, i kept that dough stacking
So when the day finally came I could get the clothes packing
So I could get out
And I could f*cking leave
But then all them bitches just started f*ckin wit me
Cause they hate to show that real love
And love to show the hate
And ain't nobody talking when I had a empty plate
But now I got bread and they all want to eat
Acting like they f*ck wit me
So they get a meal for free
Boy get the f*ck out
You never kept it trill
I only share my bread with the ones who keeping it real
But if they f*ckin lie
Or try to act dumb
Then they getting cut off, thats the rule of the thumb
So stop with the games
And stop being lame
Before I have to pull out the letter after the j
I think it's crazy
How y'all can be so fake
Just know That if I'd kill a rat, I'd kill a goddamn snake
A bee, you a fly, you a damn pest
If you a snake or a rat, wear a damn vest
And get yo life right bitch cause you a damn mess,
And don't come at my neck that's a failed test
You wanna try it, go ahead, be my damn guest
Just know you finna catch a shell to yo damn chest