[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 x4]

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 x4]



[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

Whether goin' legit

Or pushin' 20's a yale



[Chorus x4]