The sinners stories in a vault
Pennies pippens pelle coats
Seeing 12 n hittin fences
28s do Marshall Faulk
The sinners ain't from Indy
But they root for us like fuckin colts
Scoring in yo red zone
Fake extra point n go for more
Joogin off the st sign
Hoopin in my street clothes
Never paid for pussy
But I always hit my free throws
Fuckin on my teachers
It was the principle of it
But chasin thrills gon get u killed
It make no sense to a woman
But life is war if I ever seen it
I had to sever people off
It's the lesser evil
U still become the bad guy
Jus tryna bless yo equals
Cuz Every sneeze a couple gs
But nonetheless they need u
So find that shit inside yo heart nigga
N Fuck yo scars Thas yo part u in charge nigga
Livin large aint Cha
Look how crowd paint the nigga
In a skyscraper
With the windows facin the water
But that's glass house ain't it
Suck u dry
And tape you wit yo ass out wont they
Lifestyle turnt me to a cash cow homey
Homey don't play that
Homey don't say that much
My playbacks up
My paychecks went way back
I got my act right on me
Gunshots u try to take
This mic back from me
I don't never talk a lot
Just talk my shit
And talk about
The shit I get this money off
I hope these niggas
Jottin down the blueprint
They cud run it up
Bag a bish thas bad af
Have her give u missions
First complete em then shoot up the club
Buy some cribs n buy some guns
Driving toys is lots of fun
Man caves we lockin doors
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more
Bunch of shit they won't ignore
No more