The sin and the sentence You condemn me 'Cause you don't understand me Penance in the fire (to a lie) The plagues grip your throat (they'll genuflect to a lie) Penance in the fire (To a lie) The plagues grip your throat (They'll genuflect to a lie) You

When I die and they lay me to rest Gonna go to the place that's best When they lay me down to die Goin' on up to the Spirit in the sky Goin' on up to the Spirit in the sky (Spirit in the sky) That's where I'm gonna go when I die (When I die) I'm gonna go

Hey, so what you wanna do? She's 'bout to go in She likes that low end Damn, her ass is so big Just keep it bumping Peaches and cream Uh oh, there she go, that's that look all on her face Shorty dancin' like she knows she's the baddest in the place Hey,

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Started to lose friends when they notice you winning They see that we winning You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Ridin 'round, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 rounds Never gonna love no broke ass bitch,

They wanna see me fall And I will never sell my soul I'm on some shit that they ain't seen before Dream chasing, catching all my goals I don't need these hoes I'm getting money, me and all my woes Play with me, you know is all I want The young niggas

Finally falling, falling Suddenly I can see what I didn't before And I don't care what they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Suddenly, my choice is clear I knew when only you and I were standing here Well that money isn't worth a thing If you

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if

Told that bitch give me head Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco, Ocho Cinco Got a 100 grand in my side pocket All the hustlas love it, you know I speak the lingo (OBG Niggas) Haaaan, Los (Original Bad Boy Gang) What they talkin' bout (Coke Boys) Hear them niggas

Hey hey hey hey Where my party people Oh let's go Oh oh oh oh All my party people Yeah we're gonna rock rock Do a lotta shot shots Someone tell the clock clock We ain't gonna stop stop