Sin City

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