CRAIG G - Heaven & Hell ft Styles P lyrics
rate me[Chorus]
Into this world a baby,
Your mind is clear as the air
Your learn to walk and talk
And you make your own heaven and hell
Right here on earth
It’s the gangster of bling rap
This is for the soldiers in the street
That cop that thing back
You gonna stress them out
For a pair of Gucci sling back
People in lovely they just got a chicken wing pack
Might as well bring back
Gun busting stick you up quick, that’s the religion
Obama goes to ... so a politician
They go by the code, if they see it, then the grab it
Like wolves on National Geographic, wanted tragic
Properly carnivores, they don’t honor theirs
So why the f*ck would they honor yours
Kicking down your doors
A home invasion, and not the album from Ice-T
Study on the ups guy he look ...
Better quit the double bolt
There you on your business but they still have a burner at you
Like what’s the trouble for
Tied up, auto close, ducktape, muzzle throat
Then they hit your neighbor, going for a double dose
[Chorus]
Into this world a baby,
Your mind is clear as the air
Your learn to walk and talk
And you make your own heaven and hell
Right here on earth
Give rough, upy you trust,
If they ain’t drunk or high, then ...dust
Your mama on wealth the check ain’t enough
Now you out hustling, respect the cops
Everybody the rest, chained up on the bus
No tears but just turned faces
Couple of them sell us some burnt bass
Everybody’s a g then they turn spades
They say they real but they ain’t real
You can see the true colors when the pink peels
Yeah make me wanna holler yeah face pill
Mount demons but I wanna be a saint still
Heaven and hell, here on earth
So I wanna get my soul right feel my worth
And a dutch in the bag for can feel my church
Looking for peace yeah fill my search
[Chorus]
Into this world a baby,
Your mind is clear as the air,
Real player, real player, real player ah
Your learn to walk and talk
And you make your own heaven and hell
Right here on earth
Working up at your job you see Jimmy is stressed
Go out with his wife’s cousin,
And she packed up and left
Then he gotta nodes about playoffs on his day off
Eras all ...whole gig, this is spray off
With a work thinking it’s another day as usual
Now you looking 45 slugs at your cubical
And even though Jimmy ain’t had beef at you
He’s firing at random on anyone in his view
Load another cartridge, storm his boss’ office
Barricade the doors, he wanna make his kids orphans
That’s what he had in mind, forgot about accountants
His last check was short, now it’s land lord...
Fires through the door, hops a chair through the broken glass
...dude that cuts his check, first floor, smoke his ass
Either you get hit, and you happy that your life is clear
Now you know that is heaven and hell right there.
