Is Heaven For A Gangsta

[Intro]
Ayy, who that?
(John Gotitt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Why play with me? I play for keeps (Why play with me? I play for keeps)
That's the reason they mad (That's the reason they mad)
Even though I started with nothin', I still broke it in half (Even though I started with nothin', I still gave niggas [?])
I showed 'em how to style they clothes, niggas wasn't havin' no swag (Yeah, yeah, niggas wasn't havin' no swag)
Showed 'em most these hoes was thotties, don't be callin' 'em bad (Yeah, yeah, don't be callin' 'em bad)
You get me outta this this time, God, and I solemnly swеar (Get me out and God, I swear to God)
But ask my momma, nеver had no problem makin' my bed (Mm, never had no problem makin' it)
I be beatin' 'em 'cause they weakness is not thinkin' ahead (Yeah, they don't think ahead)
The streets convinced me that they really just want all of us dead (Yeah, yeah, want all of us dead)
Even before I jumped off the porch, I was right on the edge (Mm, I was right on the edge)
My life of a player, so I don't got no right to be scared (Player, I put my life in the streets)
Understand my problems stood over and shot in the head (Baow, baow, baow)
You know you coulda been but ain't 'cause on that day it jammed (Baow, baow, baow)
And my lil' brothers rushin', fucked up and put one in the head (Put one in they head)
Niggas know that blood been shed, rest in peace to Lil Dead (Rest in peace to Lil Dead)
We was the greatest show on ice without no skates or a sled (Without no skates or a sled)
Hopped out, pipe in my hand on a opp from the 'Gram (Grr, opp from the 'Gram)
He ain't buss back, he ran like he never said what he said (Mm, not in real life)
Must have been playin', either way, he ain't gon' do it again (These bitches real like, gotta be on the internet)

[Chorus]
Is it a place other than hell or jail you get to go when you down?
(Where you get to go when you down)
Uh, for all the niggas who meant well but fell 'cause ain't nobody tryna hear 'em
('Cause ain't nobody tryna hear 'em)
So, he turned to a killer (Turned to a killer)
Turned to a dealer out in the hood with his nigga (The hood with his nigga)
You either is or you isn't (You either is or you isn't)
You either did or you didn't (Did or you didn't)
Gotta make a decision
You either with or against us (With us, are you with us?)
But ain't no playin' the middle (Either or you ain't)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
And I'll beat the cell (And I'll beat the cell)
Still a catch a sell and you can get a load (Still a catch a sell, get 'em right now)
Get fifty or more, you come out west and pick yo' own (Pick yo' own)
Pick a stone, official whistleblower on my wrist alone (On my wrist alone)
Six figures strong, this skelly bone cost a nigga home (It cost a nigga house)
Better known for spankin' shit (Spankin' shit), that's what I got famous with (That's what I got famous)
I ain't on no playin' shit (I ain't on no playin' shit), they know not to play with this (They know not to play with this)
We wait 'til he got out (Yeah) and I sprayed his whip (Yeah), that's when it's made a hit (Yeah, brr)
Binary trigger (Yeah) and go both ways (Yeah), quick to spank a bitch (Brr, brr)
Roll the dice, did it all my life just like a Vegas trip (Roll the dice, you might get rich)
But you know I hit the jackpot (You know I hit the jackpot)
Prayin' that this price drop, if not, then I'II be back, watch (Prayin' that this price drop, I'II be back, yeah)
I was out here bendin' like I didn't have no future (Like I didn't have no future)
Like "Lick Back" wasn't no diss track (Uh)
It was just how I was movin' (It was just how I was movin')
And all the opps said they'll do it to me, but they never prove it (All the opps said, but they see me never)
And I learned hate ain't never make no paper, never do it (So I never do it)
Like I learned life is better coolin', so I'm playin' stupid (Better coolin', so I'm playin' stupid)
And I learned full extension like goin' fishin' when you shootin' (Brr)
Do God accept survivors whose involvement made 'em ruthless? (Who made 'em)
Is there Heaven for a shooter? (Is there Heaven for a shooter?)
Is there Heaven for a mover?
For the ones who really do it? (For the ones who really do it?)
Or was I born in hell and all this shit just an illusion, huh? (Yeah, yeah, and all this shit just an illusion)