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Sin City VIP

Album: Sin City VIP Durasi: 4:26

Lil' Homie i'll be dope until never happens

I'm ill til' forever is

If you ain't know me when this struggle happens

Just remember we ain't never friends

Accept my clubs for all of his love

My mind for all of that labour

My girl for holding me down

And my dawgs for letting me paper

Owe no-body in the world no favors

I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers

The difference between fourth and

one and first and gold is in yourself

Depending on how much u get yourself is how far you gon' go

I'm to down to go hard for this

I'm to down to get scarred for this

I already broke 2 bank accounts

And 10.000 miles on my confidence

It's safe to say i feel blessed as fuck

I've been slept off for like 3 years

so it's safe to say i feel rested up

Even though i don't resten up i do supersetswith this microphone

Bitch thats why i feel like the man

on tan whenever i, i go home, like what?

Believe me, no need for safety, he go deep,

so deep, i swear, i beat the beat, i deserve a case

Case some money, case and some rock,

and it's safe, deploy it in, just in case

I feel that rack when i'm off of space

For the skyscrapers uh

Lil' Homie i'll be dope until never happens

I'm ill til' forever is

If you ain't know me when this struggle happens

Just remember we ain't never friends

Owe no-body in the world no favors

I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers

Owe no-body in the world no favors

I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers

You doing something right when your cruels become statusses

Your girl come up in conversations about who the baddest is

Coming from a house in the dirt with the radishes

To a house in the fucking hills where the palace is

Ask my girl if i'm a real one, and she know that

She telling girls all about the sex, like he broke that

Cause i put 7 in her box like a 3 fault stack

And i ate her bitter box like a football stack

I wake at 2 pm in the kitchen on my back

Drink some coffee hit the gym

Get to working on my back

Then i hit the studio, and i bust a couple tracks

Hey homie hit the gym, bring the cycle right brack

I'm to real for this rap shit

I'm to real for this rap

I'm to real for this rap shit

I'm to real for this rap

I don't care who you are, bet my lyrics match your feelings best

From the fucking college kids to the prisons

For the skyscrapers uh