This Life Of Sin

Album cover art for "This Life Of Sin" by G.T.

G.T. - Rap, In English

This Life Of Sin

2 Plays

Duration: 3:02

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[Intro: G.T.] Ayy, yeah (Damn, 2 Side, where you get that beat from?) Sometimes I just be ridin', thinkin' about this shit, for real (Kilo) Ayy For real, take y'all back Uh, for real Ayy [Verse 1: G.T.] I was young, I just wanted me a brick in Range Rovers (Ayy, yeah) I got angels watchin' over, there go Ree, there go Soda (Rest in peace) Niggas love to sugar-coat it, I just play like I don't notice (For real) I was grindin', I was focused (Yeah), they just laugh like I was Joker (Yeah) All this pain that I go through inside, I control it (For real) Too much pride, so we had to hide the eviction notice Held my mama real tight (Ayy), everything gon' be alright (Yeah) 'Cause I know all the shit she been through and sacrificed If it cost to be the boss, I can say I paid the price (For real) Damn near died real life, doctors brought me back to life (For real) Jazz know she get whatever from me, I ain't thinkin' twice (I ain't) First, it was gettin' cloudy, now my future lookin' bright (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: G.T.] I can't talk money (Nah, I can't) to niggas, niggas petty (Niggas petty) Hockey bag filled (Yeah) with all the hundreds, this shit heavy (For real) Did a lot for people who was ungrateful, I regret it (I do) Did a lot for my city, nigga, I'm a livin' legend (I am) My nigga still gettin' busy and he got on two Tethers (Yeah) I ain't used to havin' shit, that's why I got on two prezis (Yeah) Money only thing on the agenda (Shh), I be huntin' cheddar (For real) Mozzarella and the fetta, talkin' birds, ain't sold a feather (For real) [Bridge: G.T.] I'm 'bout to come back in and run on my shit Come on, let me hear it out loud, from the top [Verse 2: Street Lord Juan] I got angels watchin' over, but it's demons watchin' too Paper haters and these feds tryna see what I'ma do Now I'm back on the street like my nigga Liberace Fake bitches and these niggas fishy like the paparazzi Tryna figure what I'm on, money white and kidnapped I just speak about my life, I don't really spit raps Tryna have you a reign, gotta deal with the mud When you eat with the wolves, gotta deal with the blood Got a problem with hate, boy, the secret is love Make your enemies your friends, they'll squeeze for a plug Chopper fire, homicide, doctor say I'm traumatized Too many knives in my back, I can't trust my mama now When I caught that sentence, niggas counted me out One eleven, one eleven, I ain't never feared doubt Could've seen it first hand, manifested, word plans Any ghetto in the club, you'll hear my words playin' I can't talk money to niggas, niggas petty Country codes on my speed dial, that shit heavy Did a lot for people who was ungrateful, I don't regret it Did a lot for my city, whether or not I get the credit My niggas still gettin' busy, though they worth a few letters Hit the brakes 'til I came home, now it's new cheddar Wouldn't change a thing 'bout my team, they be huntin' fellas Mozzarella and that fetta, nigga, I'm a livin' legend

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Credits

Writers
  • G.T.
  • Street Lord Juan
  • 2 Side