SINNER STORIES
The sinners stories in a vault
Pennies pippens pelle coats
Seeing 12 n hittin fences
28s do Marshall Faulk
The sinners ain't from Indy
But they root for us like fuckin colts
Scoring in yo red zone
Fake extra point n go for more
Joogin off the st sign
Hoopin in my street clothes
Never paid for pussy
But I always hit my free throws
Fuckin on my teachers
It was the principle of it
But chasin thrills gon get u killed
It make no sense to a woman
But life is war if I ever seen it
I had to sever people off
It's the lesser evil
U still become the bad guy
Jus tryna bless yo equals
Cuz Every sneeze a couple gs
But nonetheless they need u
So find that shit inside yo heart nigga
N Fuck yo scars Thas yo part u in charge nigga
Livin large aint Cha
Look how crowd paint the nigga
In a skyscraper
With the windows facin the water
But that's glass house ain't it
Suck u dry
And tape you wit yo ass out wont they
Lifestyle turnt me to a cash cow homey
Homey don't play that
Homey don't say that much
My playbacks up
My paychecks went way back
I got my act right on me
Gunshots u try to take
This mic back from me
I don't never talk a lot
Just talk my shit
And talk about
The shit I get this money off
I hope these niggas
Jottin down the blueprint
They cud run it up
Bag a bish thas bad af
Have her give u missions
First complete em then shoot up the club
Buy some cribs n buy some guns
Driving toys is lots of fun
Man caves we lockin doors
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more
Pennies pippens pelle coats
Seeing 12 n hittin fences
28s do Marshall Faulk
The sinners ain't from Indy
But they root for us like fuckin colts
Scoring in yo red zone
Fake extra point n go for more
Joogin off the st sign
Hoopin in my street clothes
Never paid for pussy
But I always hit my free throws
Fuckin on my teachers
It was the principle of it
But chasin thrills gon get u killed
It make no sense to a woman
But life is war if I ever seen it
I had to sever people off
It's the lesser evil
U still become the bad guy
Jus tryna bless yo equals
Cuz Every sneeze a couple gs
But nonetheless they need u
So find that shit inside yo heart nigga
N Fuck yo scars Thas yo part u in charge nigga
Livin large aint Cha
Look how crowd paint the nigga
In a skyscraper
With the windows facin the water
But that's glass house ain't it
Suck u dry
And tape you wit yo ass out wont they
Lifestyle turnt me to a cash cow homey
Homey don't play that
Homey don't say that much
My playbacks up
My paychecks went way back
I got my act right on me
Gunshots u try to take
This mic back from me
I don't never talk a lot
Just talk my shit
And talk about
The shit I get this money off
I hope these niggas
Jottin down the blueprint
They cud run it up
Bag a bish thas bad af
Have her give u missions
First complete em then shoot up the club
Buy some cribs n buy some guns
Driving toys is lots of fun
Man caves we lockin doors
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more
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Writer(s): Iman.
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