Sin City (Cruel Lords)

[Intro] New new new New new new new new New new new new [Verse 1] I swear they in it for the art of it If you want it young, gotta train your heart for it Welcome to my shit, welcome to the overworld, bitch We freezin, we so cold, bulimic Balenciaga, my nigga Nick just resigned a You niggas ain’t eating right, I’m so fond of it So fond of it, I’m in love with my accomplishments I’m in love it, fucking bitches in public Rolling round of my thug shit, hundred pack in my above in I hope, I hope, right above 'em [Hook] True Lord, true true Lord True Lord, true true Lord True Lord True Lord, true true Lord True Lord, true true Lord True Lord [Verse 2] Now now we’re struggling Lord knows what you talking about I was listening honey, I’m in love with the money These niggas holding themselves back Over looking the finding, ain’t holding nothing What you waitin' for? Fuck it all, f it all, get more It all True Lord, true true Lord True Lord [Hook] [Verse 3] Peace to them When I come, use your feet to run I can’t believe bitches wearing Donna Karan And my ear drums, what I’m hearing in my ear drums I can’t believe what I’m hearing in my ear drums 50 thousand dollars shopping sprees You should commit suicide, you ruin us Me and my niggas is delirious, we classy All my niggas we all flashy, from St. Nick to Edgecombe We Harlem world, that’s huggers never kissing ass bill Suck a dick bitch while I count my cash and my knuckles is ashy Bitch [Hook] [Verse 4] Swerving I’ve been doing that shit dough roll Hate a nigga that act like He the only one doing it right, ha Right, ha You started on a bike nigga Then you got four wheels Don’t forget where you came form This for everybody that don’t know my name *Bruhhh* That’s the slang today, oh that’s a slang today Just might change the game today Dominic Lord Dominic Lord