Heaven Or Hell - Kurt Diggler, V-Nasty

Just to make it through

Ooh, but nobody wanna lose

Nobody wanna fail, nobody wanna die

We just tryna live our lives

They don’t understand me, so fuck it

I’m on my new shit

Baby mama stressin' and trippin', won’t let me see the kids

Now the feds at the house

You tell them where I’m fuckin' at

Cuz I remember in '02, bitch you didn’t have my back

had a nigga back

nigga had a strap stay behind them suckas

But nigga comin' back, that good pussy, I love that

Them big old racks, I love that

Still I want that whole stack

Came in with that red 'Vette

With my ice on but my lil dog kept hatin' on me

So I made his bitch get

Y’all follow me cuz yall been lost

I’m a made nigga

I’ve been boss

So I’m made like Rick Ross

I’m like 2Pac

I ride around with my new Glock

Pop yo ass like guwop

89 is my block, my lil niggas get headshots

Funk around and get yo heart stopped, you slide through on my block

My clip tight like knots

My clip tight like

40 under my Gucci belt, 40 under my Gucci belt

Knocked that nigga bitc, it was the worst feeling he ever felt

Took a bitch bands and I stacked’em up for my fuckin' self

Niggas mad at me, I ain’t askin for no fuckin' help

Better ask about me round these streets

Hot shots from big chops hold 2−2-3's

I’m choppin shit down, knock him off his feet

She said she got 5 on it, ho I need 10 g’s

I could see a bitch wit potential through a blind fold

They know my name from West Oakland to 9−0

And I don’t know what you been told

But I send any bitch that got 10 toes

My neck is gold and my wrist is

I was on the block, had to chase the cheese like a rat

7 AM, I was up early in the in the trap

I was gettin my bands

My was more than that