NAS - Sinful Living lyrics

rate me

Situations I be kickin' just you get you pacin'

That attentive, parental supervision, you should do the diction

Street chronicles, struggles and losses

Can make a nigga's moms hang up crosses and horseshoes

I brought you, to that state of mind you needed

By now your weeded, bob your head, recline seated

And put your life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews

With sports cars and the iciest jewels, Ya know the rules

In this street life, by now the beasts might be least white

Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe

And shed light on, he put me right on

To be an icon, cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon

The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me

Some chose a road some niggas died so what's to choosin'?

At night time it especially addresses me

Preferably, around 10, when my weed cipher begin

We start buggin' on facts, half the facts that's for sure

Put your zone in my world if we adapt, crack, and pour

Make a toast yo that's how we break bread together

Probably when we dead be better, the problems ahead whatever

Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions

And just in case your snitchin', the safe's hidden

With these conniving things, niggas make it to obvs (obvious) to bring

Hatred to enterprising cream, advise your team to wiser schemes.