Guordan Banks - Heaven or Hell (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Nobody (x5) Ooh yeah [Hook] 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 k** 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 [Verse1: J Cole] Look, Heaven or hell, you choose Freedom or Jail, you loose I can't stop ‘em as hot as the Devil's shoes Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards I'm nothing like these hoe like rappers, my whole life practice to be the one What it's like to be LeBron, they calling you the savior So much pressure but you deal with it The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it Ill with it for real. Lil n***a from ‘ville that real n***as can feel Nobody taught us how to cook still n***as will grill, no Foreman Try not to call them ladies B's but hoes swarmin' Now honey, ey is it destiny or is it money you feelin? Her room was upper dealing and now you thinking a mil Part of my paranoid mind but, I'm standing in the mirror living in fear that things will never be the same No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this Headed for fame but in my brain “can I last in this?” In five years I'll probably laugh at this Try not to let it wear me out like the bad b**h with fashion sense I keep it fresh while these whack n***as re-hashin sh** Jackin' style, you know ski mask and sh** I'm past these n***as they trynna do it how these other n***as did it I'm tryna live it how no other n***a ever lived it Yeah [Hook] [Verse2: Kendrick Lamar] You got me thinkin I'm aggrevated when I say I forsee the future minus the white boy in final destination We say it's one nation under God, but my reality One person under a gun And the funny thing, my paper chasing just begun, still premature And being the black entrepreneur in this world where we lust for more money, cash and who*es got me defining life without my high school discourse Blink twice when you see my Porsche headlights My car's better than yours, I rub it in like over the counter ointment You're in, desperation thinking that you can co-exist with the immortal [?] Ford dealerships ain't this focused Even when [?] for it the funky rhythm I still kick Dead presidents is the medicine for my evil When I dress, when I talk a dollar bill eject My conversation bowt money what you expect? [Hook]