Heaven & Hell Lyrics

With all of my feet, with all of my heart, I've got to bless you

Precious love, with my whole heart

Something stinking up the house, why you bitching?

Don't need to know what's cooking in the kitchen

But what it is, I grant you what you wishing.

Fortune and wealth, so stop tripping

Got to take a trip to foreign lands.

Against my enemies, against the upper hand

I got enough to put it on his head.

And for the right one, this shit is good as bread

So what I'm whipping in the latest foreign.

These people high, now they think they soaring

Aint a mountain high like Diana Ross.

You paid the cost, so I got to floss

My tax history's a mystery.

The DEA want to sentence me

Because they couldn't get a cut.

One year and 3.5, a niggas up. Chuch

With all of my feet, with all of my heart, I've got to bless you

Precious love, with my whole heart

Father, forgive me, for I've sinned. I benefit off people's miseries

They give me heaven, in turn I give them hell

Look, you're listening to a real three-time felon

Trin Da Dream was really in the street selling

And I ain't talking about weed.

I'm talking about the shit and popping p's

What I did brought a nigga heaven.

The other hand gave the niggas hell

Didn't think about getting caught or even jail.

All I thought about was getting the sell

Easy work, all I had to do was answer the phone.

Make a drop and I take it back home

No sidekicks, I would take it alone.

Trin Da Dream was the king, bitch, I sit on the throne

My lifestyle kept the nigga in the streets.

When you have it all, jealous niggas want to beef

Big said it best, more money, more problems.

Sometimes I feel it, cause the money I got

Fuck around and get shot ox

With all of my feet, with all of my heart, I've got to bless you

Precious love, with my whole heart