Sin City

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What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
 Everyday I praise the lord, but I'm still sinning
 Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
 Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
 What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
 Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
 Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
 Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
 I had big waps, hurt my wrist from the kick back
 Click clack, pull up on them in the pitch black
 Switching sides, now a nigga wanna switch back
 Said I ain't a pussy, I was talking big facts
 Niggas wanna talk, niggas wanna chit-chat
 On your block with four sticks like a fucking Kit-Kat
 Dressed in all black, fresher than a fucking Tic Tac
 Started from a eight ball, man, I had to flip that
 It's Big Smoke, I'm a lion in the jungle, need a lioness
 I don't like your attitude but I like the dress
 Lights out, wild sex on the private jet
 Huh, 40,000 feet man, I'm highly blessed
 Touch down I'm in stu' with the killys
 YA on the mud, boy, sippy sippy
 Talking psychedelics, then you know I keep it with me
 Man I love the psilocybin, yeah, a nigga keep it trippy
 Chippy, I got kicked outta school
 Caught with a kitchen tool
 Daddy looked me in my eyes
 He said, "Son, this isn't you"
 Having dreams of shotting raps
 Big cousin shotting crack
 I said dad I wanna rap
 Ca' I want things that shotters have
 Like a Avirex and lighties on sex
 Little Chippy with the olders from the ends
 Probably why I saw a key before a tens
 Traumatic stress, when I reflect, I hold a meds
 Toronto with my G, on tour, we praise the lord
 College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before
 Pussy, all my niggas winning, you can check the score
 Match of the day, racks on the chain, cutting a cheque for sure
 They say black don't crack, never been no coward, darg
 Black and proud, no bounty, Chippy got lion bars
 Rap or shot a packet, tryna get a Schott jacket
 What you think, tea and crumpets?
 In my manor, shots banging
 Gucci slides, he a newbie in the gang
 You see him ride
 Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified
 He ain't hit a movie with me
 Yet he don't know how I ride
 My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye
 Diamorphine
 Said the works there
 Try more fiends
 Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends
 I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
 I got heroine and coke for the stove
 Got a bitch from Cardiff she just told me roll
 R.I.P. to all the fiends that overdosed
 Tell the kids don't follow my footsteps on the road
 Niggas said he got plaques, we got plaques, we got waps
 You ain't got no waps though
 I'm the reason why she got a plastic nose
 I got heroine, I got coke for the stove
 What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
 Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
 Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
 Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
 What goes around comes around, this shit keeps spinning
 Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning
 Stick to the rules of the trap, had to keep it whipping
 Ain't nobody, nobody fucking with my kitchen
 

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Duration
02:57
Key
9
Tempo
92 BPM

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