#StillSinning
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Still Sinning Lyrics:

Man, I see a lot of these niggas
Lookin' to the streets for umm clarification
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 nothin' man, I'm tellin' 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 (ayy)
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend (oh)
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends (yo)
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin (ooh)
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here, yeah
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 that 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 'fore 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 (ayy)
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend (oh)
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends (yo)
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin (ooh)
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here, yeah
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 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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 Percocets don't feel good
You know I got a pistol, I'm in your venue
And I'm glad I don't 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 (ayy)
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend (oh)
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends (yo)
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin (ooh)
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here, yeah
Enough of that shit, man
You know what I'm sayin'
Fade the shit out, cut my mic off

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