Sincerest Don - Virginia Sin

Guess it's like my bubba chuck 01 season
Left hand wrist cooking Like I played up Artesia
Young Jesus, with a Puerto Rican
Forgive me lord
For them times I prayed that white man could jump
Like Billy Hoite, null & void, unless ya cash is king
Said the ungracious queen, her next nigga work cut out
Make sure her bags Celine, I really rose from up behind the stove, that spot you never Cleaned
And gave my all in both sports bo knows my legacy
Looking through pics, of old friends who since have turned foe
No reaching out, cus 10/1 I always kept a firm hold
Hailing from where you lit the blunts on a gas stove
And trapped the pain away, until the rap sold, my hood love me matter fact, I'm like the Backbone
Gill Scott heron with a trap phone
That kept a Marion Jones to run em back home
Then put him on outside then call it black owned

Like I said quiet as kept
Did everything under the sun
These are my cardinal sins

Written by:
Wallace Fendell

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