Now I don’t really wanna – talk about the dirt, I was out here - trying to make my hustle work
I ain’t asking for forgiveness - for my sins, I ain’t asking for forgiveness – for my sins
You can tell they fake it – when you look up in their eyes, born in open water – had to swim against the tide
I was on the corner – looking in from the outside, when you living on a dime – everything is do it die
Now I have trouble staying – sober for a week, I have trouble staying – sober when I sleep
Lord know that underneath my bed – I keep a piece, and it’s gon’ be some hell if any devil try to come for me
Now I don’t really wanna – talk about the dirt, I was out here – trying to make my hustle work
I ain’t asking for forgiveness – for my sins, I ain’t asking for forgiveness – for my sins
I do not ask for sympathy – and do not plan on giving none, ain’t no in between – I’m as cold as they come
You can smell it on my person – you can tell that I’m holding, gotta keep the cash close – cuz’ you know the fiends lurking
I’m so allergic to the syrup – but I still stay medicated, if I ever meet my maker – they gon’ have to do explaining
I was sitting in the basement – just perfecting the plot, been around the block – but I think they forgot