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rich homie quan - still sinning lyrics

[intro]
man, i see a lot of these n+ggas
look into the streets for umm
glorification like to
be glorified or some sh+t
you know what i’m saying
you can’t get sh+t out these streets bro
a bullet you know what i’m saying
a f+cking case, other than that man
this sh+t ain’t ’bout nothing man…. i’m telling you
[chorus]
i ain’t put in work in these streets just to get k!lled by ’em
plug call with a whole thing, you know i still buy ’em
i told my girl i’m faithful, but a n+gga still lyin’
and i know the sh+t still wrong but tell me why it feel right
money got a little mold on it but it still spend
that money gon’ let you know ’bout who your real friends
and, yeah, i talk to god, but bae, i still sin
and i ain’t went nowhere, lil’ bae, i’m still here

[verse 1]
made a sacrifice so i can live this way
triеd to give up lean but it don’t feel the samе
hard to stop doing something that k!ll the pain
my umbrella got holes so i feel the rain
done bought this big ass house
but yet, i’m still hood
flexing on less fortunate don’t feel good
doc said stop popping percs, but i still do it
and i just popped a thirty ‘fore i went in on this verse
and the judge gave him thirty when ain’t n0body get hurt
if i come through your club, then ain’t n0body getting searched
and they can’t find my gun, ’cause i put it in her purse
these streets don’t love n0body, and i had to learn that first

[chorus]
i ain’t put in work in these streets just to get k!lled by ’em
plug call with a whole thing, you know i still buy ’em
i told my girl i’m faithful, but a n+gga still lyin’
and i know the sh+t still wrong but tell me why it feel right
money got a little mold on it but it still spend
that money gon’ let you know ’bout who your real friends
and, yeah, i talk to god, but bae, i still sin
and i ain’t went nowhere, lil’ bae, i’m still here
[verse 2]
hard to love again ’cause i can’t trust a soul
n+ggas looking iffy so i clutch the pole
family and money who i love the most
but like, you can’t let that sh+t
like f+ck with your spirit
pull up on my street just like the hood owe me
whip that bentley through the streets ’cause it’s a hood trophy
made a deal with the devil, yeah, we shook on it
and don’t never judge no book ’bout how it look, homie
and i know they wondering ’bout how i still do it
liquor and them percocet don’t feel good
you know i got a pistol, i’m in your venue
and i’m glad i don’t look like what i been through

[outro]
enough of that sh+t, man
you know what i’m sayin…
fade the sh+t out, cut my mic off…

- rich homie quan lyrics

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