Waka Flocka Flame - Sinning Lyrics

I go to work saying my grace
Pray my dog, he beat his case
Send another load, send another pack
Walking through the trenches with a knife in my back

Told my mama, "Pray for me", she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin'
They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch, you know I'm in the kitchen
Dodge Demon in the yard, ain't no wake like go-go catch me
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me
I got bells and bricks and bags, man, I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley

If you break a [?] promise, we gon' have to cut your pinkies
Ain't no way we going broke, we gon' hustle for that shit
Break every brick and bell, down to dimes in mix
Grew up kicking jaws, grew up hitting licks
Grew up rolling in the mud, grew up with them Glizzies
Grew up pockets empty, grew up dreaming driving Bentleys
Grew up dreaming playin' ball but instead I grab the pack
In the streets it's a rule and law, don't conversate with rats

Told my mama, "Pray for me", she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin'
They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch, you know I'm in the kitchen
Dodge Demon in the yard, ain't no wake like go-go catch me
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me
I got bells and bricks and bags, man, I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley

Eighty on my wrist, no ticky-tickies
Thought you was a gangster, why the fuck you so friendly?
Better watch your words and who you 'round, because we listening
Trigger finger itchy, better watch your pivot
In the spot with goblins, really runnin' up profits
[?] in my pocket, if she with me, she a rider
Brick tall, that [?] shit, taking trips I don't fear shit
Wipe a nigga nose real quick, my hood lookin' like a dealership
Lit, nigga

Told my mama, "Pray for me", she know the streets got demons
Grandma out here prayin' for me, know I'm out here sinnin'
They ain't seen me in a minute, bitch, you know I'm in the kitchen
Dodge Demon in the yard, ain't no wake like go-go catch me
Had to get back in my bag, ain't no way they fucking with me
I got bells and bricks and bags, man, I pray the feds don't get me
Got my lawyer on retainer 'cause I know this shit get sticky
First nigga in my hood to pull up in a black Bentley
(Flex [?], nigga, nah, trap, hustle)