Sinners Paradi$e Lyrics

(N****)

Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt (Uh)

Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)

Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)

Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk

Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt

Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)

Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)

Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk

Ill pull a you on you (Baaah)

Them n***** don't like when I bomb on they spot

I'll put the boom on boom (Thats right)

Fresh outta the bar I'll start throwin' them shots (Aye)

That means doom on doom (Doom)

I come from the bottom so I need alot (Lot)

Get high as the moon on shrooms (On shrooms)

She blow me like balloon until I go pop (Lets go)

Flame used to cook the cocaine on the pot

Put in work til I got the stain on the block (Whoo)

Hold on the rock like I'm draining the clock

Shoot in ya whip leave ya brain in the drop (Brrr)

Ill, Bitch I'm comin for the kill

Givin' ya freak the beats like Mike Will (Oww)

She was off the jungle juice and white pills

Good D put her sleep like Nyquil (Oh)

I forgot about Ian

We took a trip to Florida Four Seasons

That's when it hit me I got more reasons

To keep on killin shit, I'm raw demon (Keep On)

Fucked around and met a crazy hoe (Yeah)

Tried to get in pocket like a Jay-Z flow (Damn)

Cancelled the bitch like a 80s show (Fuck her)

I lean on me like Crazy Joe (Work)

Workin, y'all n***** thirstin' for certain

Used to catch buses from Springfield to Bergen (Skrrrt)

We lurkin' and I need my cut like a surgeon

It ain't no cap in my rap like a turban

U n***** cap when y'all rapper like Chance (We paid)

I put on my team without an advance

They tried to belittle us til we expand

It's a little too late now to hop on the band (Too late)

Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt (Uh)

Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)

Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)

Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk (Yeah)

Know them boys be beastin

Sabotage yo season (Yup)

Ain't no mission impossible

On a Hunt like Ethan (Whoo)

Talk money, talk money

Money talk, Money Talk (Ca ching)

I got the eye of the tiger

You be lookin puppy dog

I'm the new hip hop hero

5 4 3 2 0 (Go)

They know that I am the one (One)

Been kickin' this shit since a year old

Attitude real grease (Real grease)

Chuck the duece hold the peace (Hold the peace)

Free the homies on release (Release)

Say less Keep it brief (N****)

Heavy swoosh on the sneaks (N****)

Chain hangin' like a wreath (N****)

Me and you we don't compete (N****)

U the indy I'm the chief (Huh)

Beat the pussy I am bed lord

We been fuckin' up the headboards (Ugh)

We gone run it til our legs sore (Ugh)

Competition beat a dead horse (Ooh)

Once I spot him wit' the red toy (He gone)

Trigger squeezing you a dead boy

We not fuckn wit' them fed boys (Fuck 12)

Cook the beef like Uncle Elroy

Spot him I shot em I got him (I got him)

I'm on my bullshit Dennis Rodman (Like Rodman)

Shoot up ya city like Gotham (Boom)

Feelin like Marlon Do we have a problem