Heaven or Hell lyrics

[Hook]
Just to make it through
Ooh, but nobody wanna lose
Nobody wanna fail, nobody wanna die
We just tryna live our lives

[Verse 1: Kurt Diggler]
They don't understand me, so f*ck it
I'm on my new sh*t
Baby mama stressin' and trippin', won't let me see the kids
Now the feds at the house
You tell them where I'm f*ckin' at
Cuz I remember in '02, b*tch you didn't have my back

[?] had a n*gga back
[?] n*gga had a strap[?] stay behind them suckas [?]
But n*gga comin' back, that good pus*y, 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 b*tch get [?]

Y'all follow me cuz yall been lost
I'm a made n*gga
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 n*ggas get headshots
Funk around and get yo heart stopped, you slide through on my block
My clip tight like [?] knots
My clip tight like [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: V-Nasty]
40 under my Gucci belt, 40 under my Gucci belt
Knocked that n*gga bitc, it was the worst feeling he ever felt
Took a b*tch bands and I stacked'em up for my f*ckin' self
n*ggas mad at me, I ain't askin for no f*ckin' help
Better ask about me round these streets
Hot shots from big chops hold 2-2-3's
I'm choppin sh*t down, knock him off his feet
She said she got 5 on it, ho I need 10 g's

I could see a b*tch 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 b*tch 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
[Hook]