Heaven or Hell-Al Qaeda Jada

We all get caught in our own sins Sometimes I have to remind myself That on my worst day I live like somebody on their greatest Don't let your demons take you to hell introduce them to heaven Some n***as go to college some n***as go to jail Some make it into heaven some make it into hell Nobody want to lose nobody want to fail Nobody want to die nobody want to kill The things we do just to make it through But nobody want to lose nobody want to fail Nobody want to die we're just tryna live our life Look I got homies in the ground skeleton and bones And n***as doing life they ain't ever coming home They said I wouldn't make it or never see the throne And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong Cause I left to chase my dream get it any means I said that I'll be back she wasn't listening to me That back and forth arguing was getting in between I said f**k them other n***as I go get it with my team If we all grind we all shine f**k a part time I used to play the block early morning and dark time Now it's G5 flights f**k a depart time It was hard times n***a now it's our time Just take a look at my life rapping brought me back to life Cause I was in them streets my heart was cold as a pack of ice Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight Wow I got a MAC at home to my son On them pappers with a firm hold on his gun Before I snitch y'all gotta burn a hole in my tongue In boiling water in the world of no order In the hood ain't no loyalty ain't no world for your daughter Life for my mother I'mma get the fam right n***a you d**n right Yeah I used to pop a lot of s**t now I keep it moderate These n***as know I been iced out hopping out of s**t Right now I'm praying for my son to get this scholarship A nice university one of these black colleges Far as the hood go I acknowledge it But whoever ain't a snake usually a follower Luckily I can tell a difference My man coming home my other man getting sentenced Soft n***as usually send the hate through the b***hes Jealous Instagram n***as hating on your pictures We dream chasing y'all n***as walking behind wishes Without working for it not often you find riches Some n***as find coffins others just find ditches Just ask around 'bout the militia they malicious D-block finish that and cop more d**e I'm two-stroke you four-stroke If you got enough cigars we can all smoke Ain't nothing all good when you all broke So we could never be equal Never bite the hand that'll feed you Never fear a man if he bleed too Some n***as need a head shot some n***as need two Play sweet in these streets and they'll leave you You can't see the devil he's see through