Life of Sin

(Cutta, we rich)

I remember we was sliding back to back inside a Focus (inside a Focus)
That Ferrari drive too fast, and I can't focus (I can't focus)
I've been dealing with some problems I can't cope with
But I made millions off my pain, and they ain't notice (they ain't notice)
I've been dealing with this shit and I can't barely hold it in (barely hold it in)
I can't let nobody in 'cause I'm tired of losing friends (tired of losing friends)
Crying out for help feel like the walls been closing in
Mama telling me, "Repent," she know I live a life of sin

Tell me (tell me), when I was down bad, why y'all ain't help me? (Why y'all ain't help me?)
Dealing with depression when they left me (when they left me)
Whoa-oh (what?) I'm so helpless, baby

Disloyalty got me rocking on my own
I can't seem to trust nobody, my past still got me gone
I've been in and out of jail calling from a jail phone
Trey calling from a cell, ain't supposed to have no cell phone

Auntie, she a dope head, wanted to trap like my brother, Ed
Gotta be careful what I say, man, I ain't gonna lie, I still want him dead
Exotic cars in my yard, all of 'em push-start
Double R when I ride, I ain't talking Rick Ross

This shit different
I came from nothing now I spend millions (I spend millions)
Glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling (from the ceiling)
I ain't gonna lie, this a whole 'nother feeling
Wait 'til I show you how I'm living

I remember we was sliding back to back inside a Focus (inside a Focus)
That Ferrari drive too fast, and I can't focus (I can't focus)
I've been dealing with some problems I can't cope with
But I made millions off my pain, and they ain't notice (they ain't notice)
I've been dealing with this shit and I can't barely hold it in (barely hold it in)
I can't let nobody in 'cause I'm tired of losing friends (tired of losing friends)
Crying out for help feel like the walls been closing in
Mama telling me, "Repent," she know I live a life of sin

Smiling outside but deep inside, I'm so empty
They favorite lie they tell me they riding and forever with me
But low-key hit me on the low, wanna kill me on the low
But high key, I'm on point, I already know how it go (facts)
Bouncing back from all the fuck shit, keep it real, and I can't fake it
Tryna accomplish all my dreams before they take it
Why all these niggas hating? The prosecutors hate me
How the fuck I'm supposed to enjoy life and worry about my safety?

I was locked up when Durk had miss me inside a magazine (XXL)
Still think about Von, he showed me loyalty I had never seen
Can you hear me when I'm calling? Chloe, sit down and talk to me
I've been trying to let go shit but can't seem to get it off of me
They screaming that I'm ignorant, but maybe I'm just too direct
My mind been on money, I'm trying to figure out what's next
Instead of judging me off what I believe
I'm stuck between a good life and my mind in the streets

I remember we was sliding back to back inside a Focus (inside a Focus)
That Ferrari drive too fast, and I can't focus (I can't focus)
I've been dealing with some problems I can't cope with
But I made millions off my pain, and they ain't notice (they ain't notice)
I've been dealing with this shit and I can't barely hold it in (barely hold it in)
I can't let nobody in 'cause I'm tired of losing friends (tired of losing friends)
Crying out for help feel like the walls been closing in
Mama telling me, "Repent," she know I live a life of sin

(Tell me, when I was down bad, why y'all ain't help me?)
(Whoa-oh), I'm so helpless, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Lotas-sherratt, Kenyata Bullard, Peter Gogola, Adam Janecek
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