Living in Hell by ELLI$ and Stan Green Lyrics
(Donald Trump)
Those people are living in Hell in Baltimore
ELLI$
What do you believe in heaven or hell Don’t believe in heaven cuz we living in hell
I said what do you believe in heaven or hell Don’t believe in heaven cuz we living in hell
So what your life like
So what your life like
Get it done don’t try hear no excuses from I
I’m just manifesting what I’ve seen with my mind’s eye
Touching green like Mr. Miyagi and Bonsai why the only way to get to heaven is to die
What if I told you that’s a lie and your soul don’t fry
And the mile high club is the only Paradise in the sky
It’s a poor kid on a hot block similar to hell
With something to sell, headed to a cell
His father smoking what he sells saw his mother do some shit for money he’ll never tell
Can’t express himself but he can make a gun yell
Smart enough to be in Yale but he in jail with no Bail
Playing a game with a system built for him to fail
Teachers can’t reach him he pay the bills his mama won’t beat him
He looked up to rappers that deceived him
Now he's paying the price for risking his freedom
If you don't believe in Hell on Earth I'm giving you a reason
Stan Green
When You Close Your Eyes
Ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
Legin
Residing in Hell devilish neighbors begging for favors
Beefing no speaking hit your neck with the razor
Shoot close range, to expose brains like Krang
It’s a cold game like hockey is it’s obvious no shame
Cops will just let off shots and just hit you esophagus leave you stiff as a sarcophagus
Unarmed blacks who their targets is
Born impoverished amongst trappers and robbers with Semi auto heat with hollow tips
Witness intimidation leads to silences cases grow cold no leads for following
No jury no trial again
Dispensing pills kid’s overdosing on fentanyl mixed with Benadryl
Mass depression still the epidemics real
Is heaven real or ideology Illuminati eyeing me like Sentinels militant diligent criminals
Messages subliminal 3rd eye super visual
Like heat seeking missiles to splatter your brain tissue
Stan Green
When You Close Your Eyes
Ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
ELLI$
Real killers know the rum is red God bless the dead
Niggas couldn’t kill my cousin but cancer got him instead
Say a prayer for the babies that’s not organically fed
Inflicted by crack heroin dirty water and Led
Still we make no excuses make something out of nothing really easy it’s ruthless
The way they kill the leaders of our movements to make resistance look useless
But I seen kids go to war with the cops cuz adults wouldn't do shit
Made national news the world can’t snooze the BPD dirtier than cesspools
Ever been robbed by a cop for your drugs and your knot
Or have drugs planted on you and the judge believe the cops off top
The district attorney let it rock till the feds came thru and blew up ya spot
I hope not but if you can relate and get to walk through the gate
May it feel like heaven on your release date
When You Close Your Eyes ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
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Those people are living in Hell in Baltimore
ELLI$
What do you believe in heaven or hell Don’t believe in heaven cuz we living in hell
I said what do you believe in heaven or hell Don’t believe in heaven cuz we living in hell
So what your life like
So what your life like
Get it done don’t try hear no excuses from I
I’m just manifesting what I’ve seen with my mind’s eye
Touching green like Mr. Miyagi and Bonsai why the only way to get to heaven is to die
What if I told you that’s a lie and your soul don’t fry
And the mile high club is the only Paradise in the sky
It’s a poor kid on a hot block similar to hell
With something to sell, headed to a cell
His father smoking what he sells saw his mother do some shit for money he’ll never tell
Can’t express himself but he can make a gun yell
Smart enough to be in Yale but he in jail with no Bail
Playing a game with a system built for him to fail
Teachers can’t reach him he pay the bills his mama won’t beat him
He looked up to rappers that deceived him
Now he's paying the price for risking his freedom
If you don't believe in Hell on Earth I'm giving you a reason
Stan Green
When You Close Your Eyes
Ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
Legin
Residing in Hell devilish neighbors begging for favors
Beefing no speaking hit your neck with the razor
Shoot close range, to expose brains like Krang
It’s a cold game like hockey is it’s obvious no shame
Cops will just let off shots and just hit you esophagus leave you stiff as a sarcophagus
Unarmed blacks who their targets is
Born impoverished amongst trappers and robbers with Semi auto heat with hollow tips
Witness intimidation leads to silences cases grow cold no leads for following
No jury no trial again
Dispensing pills kid’s overdosing on fentanyl mixed with Benadryl
Mass depression still the epidemics real
Is heaven real or ideology Illuminati eyeing me like Sentinels militant diligent criminals
Messages subliminal 3rd eye super visual
Like heat seeking missiles to splatter your brain tissue
Stan Green
When You Close Your Eyes
Ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
ELLI$
Real killers know the rum is red God bless the dead
Niggas couldn’t kill my cousin but cancer got him instead
Say a prayer for the babies that’s not organically fed
Inflicted by crack heroin dirty water and Led
Still we make no excuses make something out of nothing really easy it’s ruthless
The way they kill the leaders of our movements to make resistance look useless
But I seen kids go to war with the cops cuz adults wouldn't do shit
Made national news the world can’t snooze the BPD dirtier than cesspools
Ever been robbed by a cop for your drugs and your knot
Or have drugs planted on you and the judge believe the cops off top
The district attorney let it rock till the feds came thru and blew up ya spot
I hope not but if you can relate and get to walk through the gate
May it feel like heaven on your release date
When You Close Your Eyes ain’t no heaven or hell, ain’t no soul to rise
Just a kiss from the angel of death there’s your legacy in a second of breath
Nobody knows if it really matters what comes next
Will my soul arise to the holy divine
Does it really matter what comes next
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