HEAVEN HELL

Hook:

I see a pattern when I'm doing well
I'd do in heaven what i'd do in hell
I see a pattern when I'm doing well
Truthfully, I'd do in heaven what I'd do in hell

Verse:

Raised around money, clean and dirty money
The type of people who laugh, at what ain't funny
Who would have thought anybody'd fold
Like paper for the same it's cold - i told
Myself by any means like Malcolm
I won't worry, long as the fam good when I'm dead and I'm buried
Down for whatever to get it - yeah that spinach
The truest part of my soul in 2012 still
Shit is ill, I'm Pegula for them Bills now
None of my friends is that
We out to make this shit work, just that
We used to, flex like 24 hour gym members
With new gear, now we've lit embers on bridges each new year
Sometimes I miss them other jackets from my coat rack
Till my tears turn to deserts when the dough stack
Lord forgive me I stopped believing and even tried
Welcomed the venom when the realest one breathing died