Still Sinning lyrics

[Intro]
Man, I see a lot of these n*ggas
Look into the streets for umm
Glorification like to
Be glorified or some sh*t
You know what I'm saying
You can't get sh*t out these streets bro
A bullet you know what I'm saying
A f*cking case, other than that man
This sh*t ain't 'bout nothing man…. I'm telling you

[Chorus]
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 n*gga still lyin'
And I know the sh*t still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here

[Verse 1]
Made a sacrifice so I can live this way
Triеd to give up lean but it don't feel the samе
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
[Chorus]
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 n*gga still lyin'
And I know the sh*t still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here

[Verse 2]
Hard to love again 'cause I can't trust a soul
n*ggas looking iffy so I clutch the pole
Family and money who I love the most
But like, you can't let that sh*t
Like f*ck 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 Percocet 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

[Chorus]
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 n*gga still lyin'
And I know the sh*t still wrong but tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on it but it still spend
That money gon' let you know 'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae, I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae, I'm still here
[Outro]
Enough of that sh*t, man
You know what I'm sayin...
Fade the sh*t out, cut my mic off...