Sins

[Intro] I speak the truth, I live the truth, I respect the truth I respect the grind man Niggas who be they self you try to force yourself upon some shit that you ain't and you never been I just can't relate to it, look [Verse 1] The rap game kill niggas, literally It turn gangstas into drag queens They look down on workin' hard like it's a bad thing Shit I'm the last man standin' if you ask me I was just broke not long ago, it feel like last week Remember niggas in they Benz's ridin' past me I never hated, used to see that shit as motivation And I was lost up in the streets, I needed navigation Ain't wanna be no doctor, lawyer, ended up a patient Young nigga said, "Fuck Jordans" went and copped a Sauer Ruth's Chris three times a week, I got tired of Goya I'm from Chiraq but I got killa niggas in the Nola Go get that money for tomorrow, fuck who did before ya Don't put yo focus in this bitches, they just gone destroy ya Don't put ya trust up in these niggas, man fuck these niggas Cause when you ain't so beneficial they stop fuckin' witcha [Hook] That's why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas But I know my niggas ain't nun like no other niggas If you ain't grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga No we don't do no Twitter beef, we really in these streets We ain't trippin' bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak [Verse 2] Can you break down your whole grind, and still keep it brief? Instead of tellin' Instagram what you make a week? Ten-thou', twenty-thou' that's what you make a week? On my mother, fly nigga, spend that shit on briefs Fifty for a pack of three? I spend that shit on tees Fifty-thou', hunnid-thou'? I spend that shit on jeans Stunt on me? Lil nigga please, I do this shit with ease A thousand on my G-Fazo's I don't do Giuse's (Giuseppes) Still 1500 for my jeans, bitch I love the B's (I love Balmain) 200 for my Backwoods, you know we smokin' P's (Postooo!) But I ain't tryna stunt my nigga, run it up, Imma run it up Tryna see 30 with a hunnid-mill, boy I pray to God I don't fuck it up Couple hunnid-thou', I done fucked it up Went and got it back told myself "enough" Had to slow down I was in a rush Two or three hunnid' always in the cuffs Spent 500 when I woke up Young nigga living I ain't give a fuck Spent 10 thou' like it wasn't nun Remember them days I ain't have nun Slide in them foreigns totin' them thirties nigga, we slidin' always stunting Don't IG none of our cars, can't let niggas know how we comin' But niggas know how we comin' No Limit M.B. we drummin' Pull up, everybody start runnin', know foenem gone hit sumn' I ain't worried bout none of my enemies, I know I'm gone hit sumn' I'm on defense, keep that thang wit me, gotta keep on gettin this money But I know I'm on my way to better days Some niggas hatin' they wanna see me in my grave Let me keep that .40, wanna see me in a cage I jumped off that porch, and knew what was comin I seen it in so many ways But I knew how to handle myself in the streets I can't let that shit drive me insane On the 8 we on point for the opps in the morning been at war for so many days In the cut wit that bitch gotta watch for the Jakes, jumping and hopping the fence 50 shots and we bang, "Jumpout" the Gang, hop out the car wit them tents And my niggas, they still in the hood everyday Bitch I'm the only one traveling, tried to tell em to come on the road All the time, they just wanna stay in the trap wit it. (Haann) [Hook] That's why I just be wit my niggas, fuck them other niggas And every nigga always put they niggas over niggas But I know my niggas ain't nun like no other niggas If you ain't grinding, you just hating, you a sucka nigga No we don't do no twitter beef, we really in these streets We ain't trippin' bout no bitches, cause we know they freaks And we really getting money, but we stay lowkey If niggas really getting money, they gone let it speak [Outro] 150 Dream Team the Campaign man I'm focused full fledged, you know what I'm saying Just on my shit, I ain't too much Anticipating all this other shit What niggas got going on I'm just on my own shit man Big G Herbo, you already know what it is