Waka Flocka Flame — Sinning

[Intro] I go to work, say my grace Pray my dog, he beat his case Send another load, send another pack Walking through the trenches with a knife in my back [Chorus] Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin' They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch you know I'm in the kitchen Dodge demon in the yard, ain't no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley [Verse 1] If you break a red crew promise, we gon' have to cut your pinky Ain't no way we going broke, we gon' hustle for that shit Break every brick and bell, down to dimes in mix Grew up kicking dopes, grew up hitting licks Grew up rolling in the mud, grew up with them Glizzys Grew up pockets empty, grew up dreaming driving Bentleys Grew up dreaming playin' ball but instead I grab the pack In the streets, it's a rule and law, don't conversate with rats (snitches) [Chorus] Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons (demons) Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin' They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch you know I'm in the kitchen Dodge demon in the yard, ain't no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley [Verse 2] 80 on my wrist, no ticky tickies Thought you was a gangster, why the fuck you so friendly? Better watch your words and who you 'round, because we listenin' Trigger finger itchy, better watch your pivot In the spot with goblins, really runnin' up profit Coupe found in my pocket (flex) If she with me, she a rider Brick talk, that lyric shit Taking trips, I don't fear shit Wipe a nigga nose real quick My hood lookin like a dealership Lit nigga [Chorus] Told my mama pray for me, she know the streets got demons Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin' They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch you know I'm in the kitchen Dodge demon in the yard, ain't no way Clay' Co' gon' catch me (skrrt!) Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me I got bells and bricks and bags, man I pray the feds don't get me Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley (flex!) [Outro] Red crew, nigga! Trap! Hustle!