Skippa Da Flippa

Sinning

by Skippa Da Flippa

[Intro]
I go to work saying my grace
Pray my dog, he beat his case
Sinnin [??], sinnin [?]
Walking through the trenches with a knife in my back

[Hook]
Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin for me, know I'm out here sinnin
They ain't seen me in a minute, b*tch you know I'm in the kitchen
Dark demons in the yard, ain't no [??]
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they f*cking with me
I got bells and [?] and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer cuz i know that sh*t get sticky
First n*gga in my hood to pull up in a black Benzy

[Verse 1]
If you break a [?] promise, we gon have to cut your pinky
Ain't no way we going broke, we gon hustle for that sh*t
Break every brick and bell, down to dimes in the mix
Grew up kicking dopes, grew up hitting licks
Grew up rolling in the mud, grew up with them Glazy
Grew up pockets empty, grew up dreaming driving Benzy
Grew up dreaming playin ball but instead i grab the pack
In the streets its so rude, I don't conversate with rats

[Hook]
Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin for me, know I'm out here sinnin
They ain't seen me in a minute, b*tch you know I'm in the kitchen
Dark demons in the yard, ain't no [??]
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they f*cking with me
I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer cuz i know that sh*t get sticky
First n*gga in my hood to pull up in a black Benzy

[Verse 2]
80 on my wrist, no ticky tickies
Thought you was a gangster, why the f*ck you so friendly?
Better watch your words and who you 'round, cuz we listening
Trigger finger itchy, better watch your pivot
In the spot with [?], really runnin up profits
Coupe found in my pocket, if she with me, she a rider
Brick tall, they [?] sh*t, taking trips I don't fear sh*t
Wipe a n*gga nose real quick, my hood lookin like a dealership
Lit n*gga

[Hook]
Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin for me, know I'm out here sinnin
They ain't seen me in a minute, b*tch you know I'm in the kitchen
Dark demons in the yard, ain't no [??]
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they f*cking with me
I got bells and [?] and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer cuz i know that sh*t get sticky
First n*gga in my hood to pull up in a black Benzy

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