Still Sinning

Man, I see a lot of these niggas
Look into the streets for ummmm
Glorification like to be glorified or some shit...
You know what I'm saying
You can't get shit out these streets bro
A bullet, you know what I'm saying
A fucking case, other than that man
This shit ain't bout nothing man... I'm telling you

I ain't put In work in these streets just to get killed by em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy em
I told my girl I'm faithful but a nigga still lyin
And I know the shit still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gone let you know bout who your real friends
And yeah I talk to god but bae I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere lil bae I'm still here

Made a sacrifice so I can live this way
Tried to give up lean but it don't feel the same
Hard to stop doing something and kill the pain
My umbrella got holes so I feel the rain
Done bought this big ass house
But yet I'm still hood
Flexing on less fortunate don't feel good
Doc said stop popping percs but I still do it
And I just popped a thirty for I went in on this verse
And the judge gave him thirty when ain't nobody get hurt
If I come through your club, then ain't nobody getting searched
And they can't find my gun, cause I put it in her purse
These streets don't love nobody, and I had to learn that first

I ain't put in work in these streets just to get killed by em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy em
I told my girl I'm faithful but a nigga still lyin
And I know the shit still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gone let you know bout who your real friends
And yeah I talk to god but bae I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere lil bae I'm still here

Hard to love again cause I can't trust a soul
Niggas looking iffy so I clutch the pole
Family and money who I love the most
But like you can't let that shit
Like fuck with your spirit
Pull up on my street just like the hood owe me
Whip that Bentley through the streets cause it's a hood trophy
Made a deal with the devil, yeah we shook on it
And don't never judge no book bout how it look Homie
And I know they wondering bout how I still do it
Liquor and them Percocet don't feel good
You know I got a pistol I'm in your venue
And I'm glad ion look like what I been through

I ain't put in work in these streets just to get killed by em
Plug call with a whole thing, you know I still buy em
I told my girl I'm faithful but a nigga still lyin
And I know the shit still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gone let you know bout who your real friends
And yeah I talk to god but bae I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere lil bae I'm still here yeahhh

Enough of that shit man!
You know what I'm sayin...
Fade the shit out, cut my mic off...