Heaven or Hell - Tyga

I gotta make it

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

K-k-keep blinking as my mind flash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

This bitch is bad

I dream of pockets full of bands

But none at hand

Take pictures at the dealership

One day I’ll buy that, bitch

Moving fast, girl get on my lap

Wish on a star on everything he asked

Whenever there’s trouble, viola

Make the fingers snap

No magic out the hat

Tell baby bye bye, I’m never coming back

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I gotta make it

I gotta make it

Never stop seeing violence

Only stopping they’ll do is for sirens

Loudmouths get silenced

I should riddle what I’ve seen

Community grief

For thinking you clean

They will drag you muddy from your feet

OGs mix Can coke with the Henny

OMG, put miles on caprice

So that their mouths could feed

They live through me

I’m the closest to TV

Who told you to change the channel?

I was watching, remote please

Niggas want what they can’t have

This life will let you touch things that you can’t grab

Explain it when you buried man

Until then, I take off and then I land

I’ll be goddamned

Heaven, hell

Is it really real?

Would you give your life for this life?

Time is ticking for you lab-rats

And I’m a chemist with this mental, this is not rap

Bitch, I don’t even laugh

Bitch, you can miss me with that gavel-jab

All you judge jury niggas just a fake act

I’m somewhere getting my stage on

Black super shades on

Hey y’all, aye y’all

Someone turn they swag on

I’m off the wrong road

So don’t follow me home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own