Heaven or Hell

[Verse 1] They tell me 'Crae, murk the track Hurt the rap Nah dawg, let me pose a question to ya Have ya heard of my Dad? He purchased us back, puttin' man's curse on his back I worship for that, its my whole purpose in fact Purple and black, is how He looked I'm certain of that And man I cry when I hear of how the curtain was cracked But he rose in 3 days That's a pertinent fact And since He created and saved me I serve Him for that I read His Word all the time so He stay on my mind Flesh rise all the time so I stay on the grind When its time to go to Heaven I don't pray I'm in line I'm 100 percent positive, I'm waitin' for mine Ain't no if's and's or but's, who's or what's You walkin' away from Christ man, you losin' touch Take away your ? man you're doin' too much The world's feet rushin' to evil, pursuin' their lusts C'mon! [Hook 2x] I hope you're all listening well There's only 2 places to dwell (Heaven or Hell) And if you're representin' the first I pray you're representin' it well (Heaven or Hell) [Verse 2] Some of y'all got it twisted Hell, why risk it Lives can be fixed through Christ, I'm a witness And I don't care about 5 mikes or a hit list I'm gettin' kinda used to gettin' dissed as a Christian, dawg Let's get one thing straight Out the gate, I'm the type of dude that'll put a slab of truth on your plate I don't care if ya heard it twice I ain't trippin' if ya just left church- ya heard of Christ? Let me tell ya what was told to me 6 hours on a cross while His holy blood flowed for me What ya know about a sacrifice Would ya step off a throne for the same one that snatched your life? Let me tell ya dawg, Christ is real Without Him ya got nothin' Your livin' off of life's appeal Make Him Lord and your life is sealed Cuz your all on Death Row talkin' bout ya kinda like the deal C'mon! [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] Hey yo, I might I to bleed for this I'm not ashamed of Christ, there's Romans 1:16 for this And I don't care if I'm blinded dawg Every time I trip and fall I just be reminded dawg And ya call yourself grindin' dawg? You can serve more birds than churches but your still dyin', dawg I don't care what city you from- Whether from the suburbs or slums Christ still gonna come Matter of fact if He come now You can be a 6'8" heavy-weight but your knees gon' bow Ain't no tellin' Him to ease on down And the trumpet sound and BLAT! Everybody see that ground I don't care about fame or wealth Put my God on a shelf? Nah dawg, I'd rather hang myself Forgive me if I can't contain myself Cause if you died and didn't hear the Gospel I'd blame myself C'mon! [Hook 2x]