Rich Homie Quan - Still Sinning lyrics
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rich Homie Quan - Still Sinning lyrics]
Man, I see a lot of these niggas
Look into the streets for umm
Glorification like to
Be glorified or some shit
You know what I'm saying
You can't get shit out these streets bro
A bullet you know what I'm saying
A fucking case, other than that man
This shit ain't 'bout nothing
Man… i'm telling you
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Made a sacrifice so I can live this way
Triеd to give up lean but
It don't feel the samе
Hard to stop doing something
That kill the pain
My umbrella got holes so I feel the rain
Done bought this big ass house
But yet, I'm still hood
Flexing on less fortunate don't feel good
Doc said stop popping percs
But I still do it
And I just popped a thirty 'fore
I went in on this verse
And the judge gave him thirty
When ain't nobody get hurt
If I come through your club
Then ain't nobody getting searched
And they can't find my gun
'cause I put it in her purse
These streets don't love nobody
And I had to learn that first
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Hard to love again 'cause I
Can't trust a soul
Niggas looking iffy so I clutch the pole
Family and money who I love the most
But like, you can't let that shit
Like fuck with your spirit
Pull up on my street just
Like the hood owe me
Whip that Bentley through the streets
'cause it's a Hood trophy
Made a deal with the devil, yeah
We shook on it and don't never judge no book
'bout how it look, homie
And I know they wondering 'bout
How I still do it
Liquor and them Percocet don't feel good
You know I got a pistol, I'm in your venue
And I'm glad I don't look
Like what I been through
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Enough of that shit, man
You know what I'm sayin
Fade the shit out, cut my mic off
Look into the streets for umm
Glorification like to
Be glorified or some shit
You know what I'm saying
You can't get shit out these streets bro
A bullet you know what I'm saying
A fucking case, other than that man
This shit ain't 'bout nothing
Man… i'm telling you
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Made a sacrifice so I can live this way
Triеd to give up lean but
It don't feel the samе
Hard to stop doing something
That kill the pain
My umbrella got holes so I feel the rain
Done bought this big ass house
But yet, I'm still hood
Flexing on less fortunate don't feel good
Doc said stop popping percs
But I still do it
And I just popped a thirty 'fore
I went in on this verse
And the judge gave him thirty
When ain't nobody get hurt
If I come through your club
Then ain't nobody getting searched
And they can't find my gun
'cause I put it in her purse
These streets don't love nobody
And I had to learn that first
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Hard to love again 'cause I
Can't trust a soul
Niggas looking iffy so I clutch the pole
Family and money who I love the most
But like, you can't let that shit
Like fuck with your spirit
Pull up on my street just
Like the hood owe me
Whip that Bentley through the streets
'cause it's a Hood trophy
Made a deal with the devil, yeah
We shook on it and don't never judge no book
'bout how it look, homie
And I know they wondering 'bout
How I still do it
Liquor and them Percocet don't feel good
You know I got a pistol, I'm in your venue
And I'm glad I don't look
Like what I been through
I ain't put In work in these streets
Just to get killed by 'em
Plug call with a whole thing
You know I still buy 'em
I told my girl I'm faithful
But a nigga still lyin'
And I know the shit still wrong but
Tell me why it feel right
Money got a little mold on
It but it still spend
That money gon' let you know
'bout who your real friends
And, yeah, I talk to God, but bae
I still sin
And I ain't went nowhere, lil' bae
I'm still here
Enough of that shit, man
You know what I'm sayin
Fade the shit out, cut my mic off