Sinning lyrics

[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, b*tch 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 f*cking 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 sh*t get sticky
First n*gga 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 sh*t
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)