In The Work Of My Sin

Gun blasts ah fruitful to my stay
I send these bullets knowing
They gonna return one day

Hot luv is never what I need
For myself first I ah breathe
Then all of my ah thwuglies

Hollow points rage upon this street stage
Within the harshness of my rage
I'm still about getting paid
It's better to die an ah thug sage

Before laying dying in regret
Of something miss please
U listen to all this ah kiss

If I had one wish before
Pulling the trigga I'd
Eat some pussy bitch

Knife violence is an ah pain
In which we should talk too
Before regret again ah kill u

Who am I who am I
In the work of my
Sin I dutifully ah be

Who is really wrong
For this ah bliss
Not the thug in me

Amonia Champagne dranking
Leaving bodies ah dead stanking
What is my problem, none I'm thanking

Pussy big galore need
Do I to say ah more
Eye to eye I fuck em
With in Awet aluv em

Ass cheeks for centuries
Witches so fine I'd cry
If they couldn't be my lady
If I couldn't be their guy

Mama I'm not wrong
For having a large sweet dick
Nose within the ass ah cashed
Is the awetness of this pussy lick