Sinning - Waka Flocka Flame

I go to work, say my grace

Pray my dog, he beat his case

Send another load, send another pack

Walking through the trenches with a knife in my back

Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons

Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'

They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen

Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me

Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me

I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me

Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky

First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley

If you break a red crew promise, we gon' have to cut your pinky

Ain’t no way we going broke, we gon' hustle for that shit

Break every brick and bell, down to dimes in mix

Grew up kicking dopes, grew up hitting licks

Grew up rolling in the mud, grew up with them Glizzys

Grew up pockets empty, grew up dreaming driving Bentleys

Grew up dreaming playin' ball but instead I grab the pack

In the streets, it’s a rule and law, don’t conversate with rats (snitches)

Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons (demons)

Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'

They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen

Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me

Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me

I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me

Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky

First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley

80 on my wrist, no ticky tickies

Thought you was a gangster, why the fuck you so friendly?

Better watch your words and who you 'round, because we listenin'

Trigger finger itchy, better watch your pivot

In the spot with goblins, really runnin' up profit

Coupe found in my pocket (flex)

If she with me, she a rider

Brick talk, that lyric shit

Taking trips, I don’t fear shit

Wipe a nigga nose real quick

My hood lookin like a dealership

Lit nigga

Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons

Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I’m out here sinnin'

They ain’t seen me in a minute, bitch you know I’m in the kitchen

Dodge demon in the yard, ain’t no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me (skrrt!)

Had to get back in my bag, ain’t no way they fucking with me

I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don’t get me

Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky

First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley (flex!)

Red crew, nigga!

Trap!

Hustle!