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[A-Wax]
And I don`t wanna go to hell
But it`s better than a cell
And it`s better than walkin` in circles
Blind and cursed
I get high 8 days a week, 25 hours a day
25 blunts, 25 bottles a day
Never pray cuz my prayers ain`t heard
Raised up out the hot Pitts slash Burg
Blood stains on the curb
Memories of the Mosburg Park
Memories of the P-Town funk
I break em off like chunk
Throw the demons inside
If he fuckin` with Wax
He must be dreamin` to die
Am I dreamin` am I
Really seein` my future
Crystal clear down the barrel
Of a black, fat brooger
If I had one wish
Before I muthafuckin` leave
I wish to know the name of the person
Who fin to kill me
Change my fate
Retaliate for myself
After that I`d be satisfied
Heaven or hell
[Chorus] 4x
Whether heaven or hell
I ain`t bout to complain
And my only request
Is you remember my name
[A-Wax]
And I will always have dane
Even if I`m not sane
Say the word real
When you mention my name
Wax real sick
Dawg spoke real shit
Especially liked when he rap and kill shit
I can dig this
Even though I`m really not a rapper
Really just your ordinary tech 9 packer
Bust first, and ask who it was last
And if it means sufferin` hell
Partner oh well
Take it in stride
Apologize to die
Ask him if he blame people born in a mild
I ain`t choose this life
And I don`t know if I change
And I don`t know where I go
When I exit this game
[Chorus] 4 x
[A-Wax]
And I don`t wanna be forgotten in a casket partner
Cuz I`m claustrophobic
That`s why my gat loaded
I ain`t scared of death
But I`m scared of bein` trapped
Underneath a ton of dirt
Just lyin` on my back
Partner fuck that
When I die puncture my heart
With a needle
Naw fuck it you can tear it apart
Say heaven or hell
Cuz a cat don`t know
Aw fuck it I know
But I ain`t tryin` to say it bro
We gone leave it at that
Twist up a twomp sack
Kick back
Smoke bomb till we all forget that
Dig that
Like a grave dawg
North-Eastbay hog
A-Wax route
Tryin` to holler at you
I ain`t grippin` a Bible
I ain`t sayin` I`m evil
Just give me a bottle
In a baby desert eagle
Let me do mines
I`m a be alright for real
Whether with or without
A muthafuckin` record deal
Whether heaven or hell
Caged up in a cell
