Heaven In Hell

When I was broke thought I was living in hell
When I was broke thought I was living in hell
You took a chance and you failed
Give me that money I don't want nothing else
I want my Rolex I ain't watching these girls
Don't give a fuck about your nails
Some little ass niggas with big dreams
From 15 knew that I belonged to the rap scene
My whips clean
Whips sick
Don't need no vaccine
I'm use to being drove in the back seat
With shackles around me
I swear to God this shit was my plan B
So ima steer the ship for my family
My nieces and nephews
Just know I'm popping up when the rents due
At 18 I was pulling up in a Benz coupe
To say the least my life's been eventful
Could mess up your mental
I'm tryna make a million
And then more
Getting popping in my city
And then tour
I'm tryna switch the Beamer to Rolls Royce
The streets left me no choice
I'm rapping for my niggas with no voice
Them trappers and fraud boys
Well soon be hitting shows in a convoys
Told mama when I blow they'll be enough joy
Can't listen to dumb boys
Don't take care of your fam
You a bum boy
The whole worlds watching
Now we good in these streets
She said she love the way I'm killing these beats
Oh girl you know I'm a beast
Quit playing girl I know you a freak
I got to couple things I think you should see
Tell me you rolling with me?
Funds low now you scheming on friends
Oh you a snake you ain't need to pretend
I saw the demon in them
My mama told me I can't reason them
They'll take me back to the bottom like them days in the pen
And on my life I'll never labor again
We getting paid to attend
We getting paid when the playlist ends
I swear I promise I'm gonna do it for fam and my team
I'd rather die before I have no ps
Real men make G's

I just wanna smoke
I don't wanna argue with you
Girl I'll rather go
I just lost my bro
Damn I'm feeling the pain
Changed his life around
And then they took his life away
Tell me your down
Girl I'm in your town
Then she didn't feel me
But I bet she feel me now
You see I'm looking fresh
Fresh up in the scene
I ain't got no stylist
My attire looking clean
I know you haven't met
Met no one like me
I knew that they was doubting
So I copped the triple beam
Girl I'm on a roll
We fucking on the low
Wanna be my wifey
But I really got to go
Home cooked plates
She feed a nigga grapes
Treat me like a king
She know I'm grinding like a slave
She my B I'm her J
But I will never say
If she says she leaving
Sorry I will never chase

When I was broke thought I was living in hell
When I was broke thought I was living in hell
When I was broke thought I was living in hell
When I was broke thought I was living in hell