[Intro]
Look
[Verse 1]
If a man hit lows and he comes downtown, he still has to pay me tax
I got flavours blazing, lose my payment, you know I'll make it back
Can't end up in a dungeon, losing function, melodies touching hearts
I got dons tryna tell I'ma make it, bro, you should know this is just the start
Don't make yourself look stupid, cos', I'm too ruthless, you were never in my lane
Emotions come when I touch the grave, like you cannot feel my pain
Relatives up in the skies and they say goodbye, it just does not feel the same
And the sadness comes when the skies get dark, back then it was different days
Bros in the trenches, just floating crow, you can't see my devotion though
Tests, school days, some important notes, on Insta', gloating loads
Fans pop off, tryna say that I'm harden, all my songs they feel it
My relatives call me an angel, but my friends could call me a demon
I got dons in cages, house Invasions
Online, but I'm chasing the payment
Pedal bike swerve, I'm serving the flavors
Lil' bro got the fiends still craving
Old school fans can turn into paigans
Got brodies with no fathers
It was in the streets, but he got the rays in
Tears in, eyes just wanna touch at night
Got my relatives up in the skies
So many sins in this thing called love
My bro's on the block, but he chill like ice
For the pay man, he still do crime
No dons that in this for life
In a place where right is wrong
But we're living in a hell where wrongs are right, look
[Chorus]
In a life of sins, hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talking, but best believe, this the life I live
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alley way exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef, but I'll still find out where the paigans live
In a life of sins, hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talking, but best believe, this the life I live
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alley way exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef, but I'll still find out where the paigans live
[Verse 2]
The ends is filled with danger
I'm gonna need some payments
Smells of the crow store, each for the neighbours
In the T with smells of the flavours
Took bro's freedom, I couldn't believe it
How they still gone do him dirty
Free my bro, my dawg, my homie
He's in the T and he's out from early
My young boys putting in work
Bleed my soul for a finer thing
Tryna make this quick, but for what it's worth?
In a life of sins, it's the life I live
And the things that I've seen, man, it can't get worse
But in the end, we just end up dead
With none of our bredrins buried in dirt
And I'm
In the trenches sitting like a fallen soldier
Broski's still need some closure
Heart analysed, we're shoulder to shoulder
And they say when I touched on the mic
My mind goes loose, and I lose composure
One day, I'll be screaming peace
And I'll kiss my teeth when I'm so bipolar
You better close them curtains
Life ain't really that perfect
If God's good power was working
Why's my guy in the pen still hurting?
Young boys in the cut still learning
Uber reverse, on the main I'm swerving
Them days when I flung them chase
For the day when me and my grave were flirting
[Chorus]
In a life of sins, hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talking, but best believe, this the life I live
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alley way exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef, but I'll still find out where the paigans live
In a life of sins, hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talking, but best believe, this the life I live
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alley way exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef, but I'll still find out where the paigans live
[Outro]
Hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alley way exchanging things
But I'll still find out where the paigans live
Hold this homes get flick, in the trap our ways, we're the violent kids
And these raps really come from the heart, I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
But I'll still find out where the paigans live
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