Sinful Manner Lyrics

Man, it's like 11 at night

I'm just trying to get this shit done, so let's pop this shit out right now

Let's fucking get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They can call me a criminal, damage not minimal

These lyrics always original, Here is my ritual

I'll take all of that digital writing, perfect all the timing

Code settled inside him, my music get heightened

Whenever it stands next to yours

Never on the same level, hit a different floor

Out here steady winning, who be really keeping score

It's not me, I barely count up this green

I'm really one with the trees, got paper, wood, and some weed

Put it up, put it up, what? Smoke it down, big blunt blowing in this motherfucking house

Put it up, put it up, huh? Take a sip, Henny bottle cracked. Now, I put that to my lips

I be spewing more fire, then Dragon Dread in Lonely Mountain

They say boy you look tired, well people like some leaky fountains

And any fact that you spouting gon' spill out into other rooms

But what more could you do? That's how this generation move

Huh

They on some sneak shit, that put me on my creep shit

Roll up to your party just to watch you fucking bleed, bitch

No apologies for when you bout to see this

Clip go off

I leave a motherfucker screaming

I'm just bullshitting while whipping the cayenne, not no pepper

Yet they compliment it with salt when they see interior leather

Don't be mad at CASPER, because your life isn't dapper

You got no damn direction, so you don't know if it matters

Nah, I'ma be real

Don't think that half of you worth it, you lazy ass workers just following in line without a purpose

So I find it assuring, like it's an insurance to all my endeavors

I'ma get that Gouda and you'll be getting government-cheddar

On my plate eating better, not a storm I can't weather

Done put myself through hell, I don't got a single abettor

Come to set the bar, get all the finest drinks you can buy

Hemlock in the wine for ops, it's Socrates' demise

Lemon lime in my mix with a tropical twist

It consists of codeine, I'll let your bitch have a sip

Well, now I'm thinking it's time that YC on the rise

Bitch, that's Casper in the booth in Sinful Matter, I write

Fuck everybody's feelings