Sins
Why waste my time again
It's three a.m.
Damn you on my mind again
Alotta shit I regret
And I ain't proud of it
But one thing bout bein' a man
Ima acknowledge it
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
I talk to God, I got my enemies
To protect me from my friends
Goin' through a lot, but I'll be alright
I can't complain, this what it is
I load up, I repent
I tried cleansin' all my sins
If I die young
I just ask remember me
I been stressin' going through it
But I can't let it get to me
No excuses for fatigue
I gotta get Lil Dee a beam
Don't be pressed about critique
Cuz they don't know what I done seen
Member Pablo on that stretcher
I was hopin' he would breathe
Feel sorry for a tester
Cuz it filled me with some steam
Plus it taught my ass a lesson
Keep the glizzy next to me
If a nigga try to creep
Ima let this forty speak
Rockin' trench coats and umbrellas
Just to make it through the rain
Road runnin' through the trenches
No I did not duck a thang
Smuggle P's on the e-way
Plus I had to tuck the flame
Trigger squeeze, if you diss me
For some clout, or for some fame
Ain't tripping off relationships
It ain't no more exclusive
You caught in situationships
Don't mean to be intrusive
Got left out as a youngin
That's the reason I'm inclusive
On the track I get to gunnin'
On the beat I'm so abusive
Extraordinary nigga
I'm just tryna beat the system
I seen my brother on the news
I can't forget he was a victim
See his killa, glizzy shake the earth
Ain't talkin' bout no richter
We done took so many losses
One day Ima be the victor
Why waste my time again
It's three a.m.
Damn you on my mind again
Alotta shit I regret
And I ain't proud of it
But one thing bout bein' a man
Ima acknowledge it
Aye, like, damn I apologize
For them hard times
But understand
Every time that we fall out
You put me in positions
To stand on what I'm talkin' bout
You bringin' up the past
And shit you just found out
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
I talk to God, I got my enemies
To protect me from my friends
Goin' through a lot
But I'll be alright
I can't complain
This what it is
I load up, and I repent
I tried cleansin' all my sins
And I'm like
It's three a.m.
Damn you on my mind again
Alotta shit I regret
And I ain't proud of it
But one thing bout bein' a man
Ima acknowledge it
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
I talk to God, I got my enemies
To protect me from my friends
Goin' through a lot, but I'll be alright
I can't complain, this what it is
I load up, I repent
I tried cleansin' all my sins
If I die young
I just ask remember me
I been stressin' going through it
But I can't let it get to me
No excuses for fatigue
I gotta get Lil Dee a beam
Don't be pressed about critique
Cuz they don't know what I done seen
Member Pablo on that stretcher
I was hopin' he would breathe
Feel sorry for a tester
Cuz it filled me with some steam
Plus it taught my ass a lesson
Keep the glizzy next to me
If a nigga try to creep
Ima let this forty speak
Rockin' trench coats and umbrellas
Just to make it through the rain
Road runnin' through the trenches
No I did not duck a thang
Smuggle P's on the e-way
Plus I had to tuck the flame
Trigger squeeze, if you diss me
For some clout, or for some fame
Ain't tripping off relationships
It ain't no more exclusive
You caught in situationships
Don't mean to be intrusive
Got left out as a youngin
That's the reason I'm inclusive
On the track I get to gunnin'
On the beat I'm so abusive
Extraordinary nigga
I'm just tryna beat the system
I seen my brother on the news
I can't forget he was a victim
See his killa, glizzy shake the earth
Ain't talkin' bout no richter
We done took so many losses
One day Ima be the victor
Why waste my time again
It's three a.m.
Damn you on my mind again
Alotta shit I regret
And I ain't proud of it
But one thing bout bein' a man
Ima acknowledge it
Aye, like, damn I apologize
For them hard times
But understand
Every time that we fall out
You put me in positions
To stand on what I'm talkin' bout
You bringin' up the past
And shit you just found out
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
I talk to God, I got my enemies
To protect me from my friends
Goin' through a lot
But I'll be alright
I can't complain
This what it is
I load up, and I repent
I tried cleansin' all my sins
And I'm like
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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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