Nas - Sinful Living lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Sinful Living lyrics]
Situations I be kickin' just
To get you pacin'
That attentive parental supervision
You should do the diction
Street chronicles, struggles and losses
Can make a nigga moms hang
Up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state
Of mind you needed
By now you're weeded, bob your head
Recline seated
And picture life inside the shoes
Of the shiestiest crews
With sports cars and the iciest jewels
Y'all know the rules in this street life
By now the beast might release 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
Some was too choosy
At nighttime, 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 you're snitchin'
The safe's hidden
With these connivin' things
Niggas make it too obvs to bring
Hatred to enterprisin' cream
Advise your team to wiser schemes
To get you pacin'
That attentive parental supervision
You should do the diction
Street chronicles, struggles and losses
Can make a nigga moms hang
Up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state
Of mind you needed
By now you're weeded, bob your head
Recline seated
And picture life inside the shoes
Of the shiestiest crews
With sports cars and the iciest jewels
Y'all know the rules in this street life
By now the beast might release 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
Some was too choosy
At nighttime, 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 you're snitchin'
The safe's hidden
With these connivin' things
Niggas make it too obvs to bring
Hatred to enterprisin' cream
Advise your team to wiser schemes