J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar - Heaven or Hell (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Nobody (x5)
Ooh yeah

[Hook]
Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it into hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, nobody want to kill
The things we do just to make it through
But nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, we're just tryna live our life

[Verse1: J Cole]
Look, Heaven or hell, you choose
Freedom or Jail, you loose
I can’t stop ‘em as hot as the Devil’s shoes
Overcame a low life status to blow like Gladys
Ahead of my time like I live my whole life backwards
I’m nothing like these hoe like rappers, my whole life practice to be the one
What it’s like to be LeBron, they calling you the savior
So much pressure but you deal with it
The weight of the world on your shoulders but you still lift it
Ill with it for real. Lil nigga from ‘ville that real niggas can feel
Nobody taught us how to cook still niggas will grill, no Foreman
Try not to call them ladies B’s but hoes swarmin’
Now honey, ey is it destiny or is it money you feelin?
Her room was upper dealing and now you thinking a mil
Part of my paranoid mind but, I’m standing in the mirror living in fear that things will never be the same
No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this
Headed for fame but in my brain “can I last in this?”
In five years I’ll probably laugh at this
Try not to let it wear me out like the bad bitch with fashion sense
I keep it fresh while these whack niggas re-hashin shit
Jackin’ style, you know ski mask and shit
I’m past these niggas they trynna do it how these other niggas did it
I’m tryna live it how no other nigga ever lived it
Yeah

[Hook]

[Verse2: Kendrick Lamar]
You got me thinkin I’m aggrevated when I say I forsee the future minus the white boy in final destination
We say it’s one nation under God, but my reality
One person under a gun
And the funny thing, my paper chasing just begun, still premature
And being the black entrepreneur in this world where we lust for more money, cash and whores got me defining life without my high school discourse
Blink twice when you see my Porsche headlights
My car’s better than yours, I rub it in like over the counter ointment
You’re in, desperation thinking that you can co-exist with the immortal [?] Ford dealerships ain't this focused
Even when [?] for it the funky rhythm I still kick
Dead presidents is the medicine for my evil
When I dress, when I talk a dollar bill eject
My conversation bowt money what you expect?

[Hook]