Santa Monica Blvd

[Intro] Ayy Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah [Verse 1] Now I'm switching up my energy (Ayy), fuck my enemies (Ayy) Feel like I got hundreds of 'em (Right), no, no, no love from me (Woo) Y'all niggas ain't in the streets (Ayy), y'all niggas is industry Y'all niggas fake ministry (Ayy), y'all niggas just sin and preach (Right) No deal, I like the breach, I call up my lawyer like, "Nevermind" They playin' with all of these niggas' and bitches' money but n-n-n-never mine Bitch, I could probably never rhyme and still be a million up (Up) I only spend money on her if I know she the truth, just to keep it a buck (Right) You play with me once and you dumped The shit that I say when I'm drunk You know I'm ignorant, I'm at my house party actin' belligerent Tellin' my guests that I don't usually drink and shit Then turn around and I do it again Act like a saint, who am I to pretend? Askin' the Lord to forgive all my sins But my fingers crossed behind my back with a grin, fuck [Chorus] I sin, I sin, bitch, I feel like the Bucks I win, I win, again and again Again and again, now they tellin' they friends I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend (Please leave your name and phone number after the beep) [Verse 2] 'Cause they couldn't see me going very far Now I be overseas with the mob Bitch, I get paid when I pass a bar But I got no love for the law I can't remember when I had a job (Ayy, ayy) Back when they wouldn't build, now they Bob (Ayy, ayy) I still got paper tags on my cars (Ayy, ayy) Now I got gophers fuckin' up my lawn, hahaha (Ayy, ayy) (Ayy) That shit is annoying (Ayy) I'm picking my poison (Ayy) You crabs in the barrel (Ayy) While my lobster is boiling (Ayy) I'm tryna avoid 'em (Ayy) But they keep on comin' for me (Where they at?) (Ayy) DMX what they wantin' from me (In the back) (Ayy) BMX, I ain't stuntin' for free (Never that) (Ayy) On my mama, my mama deceased (Make 'em mad) (Ayy) So you know that it's truth when I speak (That's a fact) (Ayy) Matador, I ain't runnin' from beef Mike Tyson, that's why my hunger so deep I replied, ain't no love in the streets Also, there wasn't no love in my home So only get love when it's comin' from me, preach, fuck [Chorus] I sin, I sin, bitch, I feel like the Bucks I win, I win, again and again Again and again, now they tellin' they friends I don't know who my friends, they like to pretend Santa Monica Boulevard, I can't tell if they men [Outro: 21 Savage] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy