Sinner To Saint

At fifteen I had a five seven send a nigga straight to heaven
Nigga testing me the pistol sing like he in one direction
Niggas talkin they shit in songs I sat back but now I learned my lesson
And I ain't taking breaks no more so now I'm finna get to flexing
I bought this pistol for a reason I ain't doin no wrestling
He get to moving funny we gone have to fuckin stretch em
Catch em lackin send a message niggas bet not get to cappin
I'm putting my all into this shit so ain't no fuckin resting
Used to sit up in my room reminisce and go through depression
I'm speaking facts opening gates just tryna catch a blessing
Remembering all them days when I was down broke
Remember I said I wanna rap people thought it was a damn joke
I'm just tryna find my hustle ain't tryna sell no weed or coke
Just a nigga rapping with the nine tucked up inna coat
Really all I know is go
I ain't never been no hoe
I been rapping since eleven I'm just tryna grind some more
You fuck around and with fuck arounds then your ass is getting smoked
I got some niggas that retarded all I gotta say is score

Now I'm just tryna get away from all these demons
The devil is a lie but god he gone help me wing it
Get it wrong I'll still a send a nigga up to go and meet em
Like the sample on this beat don't get this glock hollering screaming
Now I'm just tryna get away from all these demons
The devil is a lie but god he gone help me wing it
Get it wrong I'll still a send a nigga up to go and meet em
Like the sample on this beat don't get this glock hollering screaming

Imma real ass nigga can't be worried bout these bitches
They be out here suckin fuckin I'll be damned I'll be a victim
Talked to Raxx he told me "cuz open ya eye and see yo vision"
I sat down for too long I'll admit I was bullshittin
But now I'm back and I'm better
You niggas need a new sweater
Cus what I'm spitting sick, my bad I need to go change the weather
You niggas acting hard for real but really don't want no pressure
Hallow tips a eat his ass up better start thinking clever
I can't fake it til I make it man these niggas out here wasting
They time and they money on them bullshit ass bracelets
Cut from two different cloths don't say shit bout how we relating
Can't relate to shit you wearing the shit you got on is out dated
You a fish then imma gator
You a shark then imma slay em
Might just go up to your bitch and tip her like she was a waiter
Bentley coupe too damn fast be smoking shit ain't talking vapor
I'm bout the shit I'm saying ain't gotta cap it for the haters

Now I'm just tryna get away from all these demons
The devil is a lie but god he gone help me wing it
Get it wrong I'll still a send a nigga up to go and meet em
Like the sample on this beat don't get this glock hollering screaming
Now I'm just tryna get away from all these demons
The devil is a lie but god he gone help me wing it
Get it wrong I'll still a send a nigga up to go and meet em
Like the sample on this beat don't get this glock hollering screaming



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Shufford Jr
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