Letras
You don't make up for your sins in the church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit and you know it
Aye
Feel like the king of my city bitch I'm Batman
I left his stain on my semi since he bad man
Fuck with a p you too pretty for a trap man
Came home with three
They start eating like they pack man
Road to the Riches
I ain't stopping just for nobody
If it ain't bout no money then my nigga I'm a homebody
Had to kick her out man I can tell that she a hoe prolly
I'm too paranoid if I'm wrong then I'm so sorry
So so so so
So what if I get money
Don't mean compensated
So so so so
Just cause a nigga fucking
Ion obligated
Yuh
Baby I'm bad ain't even pretending
Wanna come fuck with a boss
Your nigga he drive in a Lexus
Whatever you want no cost I got it
I ain't really with that flexing
Tell your man if he got some balls
Then he really do some bout it
Cause we really shoot somebody
Twelve pull up we pushing that masi
Got a freak on the side she robbing
In the cut stay tucked we popping
She stay stax come in
Cause she know that dick gon leave her throbbing
Them packs came in
So I'm on road I'm looking for junkies
Stomp a nigga twenty times
Don't get scared look me in the eyes
You her man but she in my ride
Talk is cheap my money won't lie
You a shrimp she keep you disguised
Cartier frame can't see when I'm high
After hours I beating her spine
Not your nigga she wanna know why
As far back as I can remember
I always wanted to be a gangsta
Maybe
Maybe not
Maybe fuck yourself