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letra de heaven or hell - young solomon

(hook)
i’m asking myself
do you want status or wealth
do you wanna better yourself
do you want peace or a jail
do you want heaven or h-ll
this real life ain’t no fairy tale

(verse 1)
lookin in the mirror i can i see it very well
blind to the sh-t i be reading in braille
try to talk about it write down what i felt
i ain’t felt sh-t n-gga living like a lie
lord of the flies i be burning my supply
manifest a problem then i blow it to the sky
praying to the goddess tryna help me to decide
know that she be hearing me i do it on my own
when them debt collectors called i was hanging up the phone
never let em know all the sh-t that’s going on
doing it today got myself on the phone
tell em you ain’t sh-t, gotta write gotta blow
he replied i’m tryna but the mic be on hold
i never picked up cause the hindsight 20/20
vision so blurry and a n-gga boutta scurry
mixing up my mind in a wok of chicken curry

(hook)

(verse 2)
f-ck
im back in the dump
where were you at when i aimed at myself
ain’t have my back when i hit up the pump
paid for your way when you ain’t had enough
now i’m like high as a kite
you was a youngin just riding your bike
hitting the street on our momma nem
now you got b-tches committing them sins
finish my line got new kicks on my feet
tryna get clout but you aimed for defeat
lackin potential you see me now what you think
taking all the pills fore you throw up in the sink
ain’t even reach the toilet or close the doe, finna fold
‘cored all my sh-t in the laundry room
smoke weed vacc-m
vegan eating tofu
now i got a burger and some seafood
and our bars they never could read through
so i guess i f-ck with you
i been feelin sh-t like woah gotta blow
gotta hit the dope zooted up fore i go
been my n-gga since the jump i suppose
but i gotta leave you planted up so i can grow
gonna kick it viscous scottie pippen with the flow
n-ggas doubted us be we did it on our own
i ain’t did sh-t but just talk bout my self

(hook)

(verse 3)
really when you think about it i couldn’t do without out eating on the cesar salad
raury and the pot brownies that sh-t got my vision foggy
scooby doo and sh-ggy with apothecary it’s very scary
got it aimed back like i’m dirty harry
a n-gga blow like confetti
i got that pocket spaghetti
we gotta go cause we ready
you in my nightmares like freddy
so the tech shot be steady
see it in my dreams like pac saw mary

(acapella)
i ain’t need a mask i’m unlike jim carrey
sending shots to therapists who ain’t helped for sh-t
ain’t nothing helped but a b-tch and your fix
scramble for change to go buy on some cigs
nikki and mary invading your crib
you needed help but ain’t asked that’s some sh-t
momma even let still whip on the civ
love her to death raided me up since the bib
fighting to get her set up with a new crib
one thing in common with you is that we know our people need it
lovin us to death but now i gotta go retrieve it
new body new aura and a gold soul
pray i’m well to your body when it go cold
young solomon, i’m me till i grow old

- young solomon

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