Nas - Sinful Living Lyrics
Situations I be kickin' just you get you pacin'That attentive, parental supervision, you should do the dictionStreet chronicles, struggles and lossesCan make a nigga's moms hang up crosses and horseshoesI brought you, to that state of mind you neededBy now your weeded, bob your head, recline seatedAnd put your life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crewsWith sports cars and the iciest jewels, Ya know the rulesIn this street life, by now the beasts might be least whiteStash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipeAnd shed light on, he put me right onTo be an icon, cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylonThe fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse meSome chose a road some niggas died so what's to choosin'?At night time it especially addresses mePreferably, around 10, when my weed cipher beginWe start buggin' on facts, half the facts that's for surePut your zone in my world if we adapt, crack, and pourMake a toast yo that's how we break bread togetherProbably when we dead be better, the problems ahead whateverCourvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missionsAnd just in case your snitchin', the safe's hiddenWith these conniving things, niggas make it to obvs (obvious) to bringHatred to enterprising cream, advise your team to wiser schemes.