Life Of Sin
I say fuck the record deal
Crackas want you to sell yo soul
But they ain't get the message still
I'm out all in public
Bitch I'm clutchin'
On that weapon still
Let you see if Heaven real
Had to cut off all them medic pills
Least you know I kept it real
Gotta big .45
To the left of the wheel
And this bitch gon slide
Get left in the rear
Nigga tried to diss on mines
Got left in the field
In the whip so high
Tryna plot on a mill
Came a long way
All on the road wit the bows
Me and Pe$o had that vacuum seal
Nigga tried to run to the net
When his ass got exposed
One thing bout me
Ion have no fear
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
And when God just call my number
I know I ain't innocent
Cuz when it's pressure
I know I'm gon take a stand
I'm tryna get a lil nigga hit
A hunnit shots
We gon let out that muhhfuckin' blick
You already know what it is
I wan' make a statement
Spit flame, and see faces
But niggas the strangest
They dead wrong
Try testing my patience
Get left on the pavement
This K spit
Knock all yo dreads off
No speakin'
We not wit da fed talk
You tweakin'
Bro knockin' yo head off
The backwood is reekin'
We heard you was geekin'
Get sent to the Deacon
When lead tossed
I invest in myself
Cuz I want make a fortune
Lito right on my left
Flame the weed up and torch it
I won't need no help
When you come wit a pep
A young nigga gon step
If you move wrong I'm scorchin'
Back then used to hoop
Nigga run I'm scorin'
Try to come loot
And yo family gon mourn
They did my bro wrong
He got sent to the morgue
His name in this song
So I pray to the Lord
I say fuck the record deal
Crackas want you to sell yo soul
But they ain't get the message still
I'm out all in public
Bitch I'm clutchin'
On that weapon still
Let you see if Heaven real
Had to cut off all them medic pills
Least you know I kept it real
Gotta big .45
To the left of the wheel
And this bitch gon slide
Get left in the rear
Nigga tried to diss on mines
Got left in the field
In the whip so high
Tryna plot on a mill
Came a long way
All on the road wit the bows
Me and Pe$o had that vacuum seal
Nigga tried to run to the net
When his ass got exposed
One thing bout me
Ion have no fear
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
And when God just call my number
I know I ain't innocent
Cuz when it's pressure
I know I'm gon take a stand
I'm tryna get a lil nigga hit
A hunnit shots
We gon let out that muhhfuckin' blick
You already know what it is
Crackas want you to sell yo soul
But they ain't get the message still
I'm out all in public
Bitch I'm clutchin'
On that weapon still
Let you see if Heaven real
Had to cut off all them medic pills
Least you know I kept it real
Gotta big .45
To the left of the wheel
And this bitch gon slide
Get left in the rear
Nigga tried to diss on mines
Got left in the field
In the whip so high
Tryna plot on a mill
Came a long way
All on the road wit the bows
Me and Pe$o had that vacuum seal
Nigga tried to run to the net
When his ass got exposed
One thing bout me
Ion have no fear
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
And when God just call my number
I know I ain't innocent
Cuz when it's pressure
I know I'm gon take a stand
I'm tryna get a lil nigga hit
A hunnit shots
We gon let out that muhhfuckin' blick
You already know what it is
I wan' make a statement
Spit flame, and see faces
But niggas the strangest
They dead wrong
Try testing my patience
Get left on the pavement
This K spit
Knock all yo dreads off
No speakin'
We not wit da fed talk
You tweakin'
Bro knockin' yo head off
The backwood is reekin'
We heard you was geekin'
Get sent to the Deacon
When lead tossed
I invest in myself
Cuz I want make a fortune
Lito right on my left
Flame the weed up and torch it
I won't need no help
When you come wit a pep
A young nigga gon step
If you move wrong I'm scorchin'
Back then used to hoop
Nigga run I'm scorin'
Try to come loot
And yo family gon mourn
They did my bro wrong
He got sent to the morgue
His name in this song
So I pray to the Lord
I say fuck the record deal
Crackas want you to sell yo soul
But they ain't get the message still
I'm out all in public
Bitch I'm clutchin'
On that weapon still
Let you see if Heaven real
Had to cut off all them medic pills
Least you know I kept it real
Gotta big .45
To the left of the wheel
And this bitch gon slide
Get left in the rear
Nigga tried to diss on mines
Got left in the field
In the whip so high
Tryna plot on a mill
Came a long way
All on the road wit the bows
Me and Pe$o had that vacuum seal
Nigga tried to run to the net
When his ass got exposed
One thing bout me
Ion have no fear
It's hard to point the finger
When you live a life of sin
And when God just call my number
I know I ain't innocent
Cuz when it's pressure
I know I'm gon take a stand
I'm tryna get a lil nigga hit
A hunnit shots
We gon let out that muhhfuckin' blick
You already know what it is
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Writer(s): Keonte Bradley
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