Chuck Paradi$e - Sinners Paradi$e

(N****)
Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt (Uh)
Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)
Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)
Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk
Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt
Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)
Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)
Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk
Ill pull a you on you (Baaah)
Them n***** don't like when I bomb on they spot
I'll put the boom on boom (Thats right)
Fresh outta the bar I'll start throwin' them shots (Aye)
That means doom on doom (Doom)
I come from the bottom so I need alot (Lot)
Get high as the moon on shrooms (On shrooms)
She blow me like balloon until I go pop (Lets go)
Flame used to cook the cocaine on the pot
Put in work til I got the stain on the block (Whoo)
Hold on the rock like I'm draining the clock
Shoot in ya whip leave ya brain in the drop (Brrr)
Ill, Bitch I'm comin for the kill
Givin' ya freak the beats like Mike Will (Oww)
She was off the jungle juice and white pills
Good D put her sleep like Nyquil (Oh)
I forgot about Ian
We took a trip to Florida Four Seasons
That's when it hit me I got more reasons
To keep on killin shit, I'm raw demon (Keep On)
Fucked around and met a crazy hoe (Yeah)
Tried to get in pocket like a Jay-Z flow (Damn)
Cancelled the bitch like a 80s show (Fuck her)
I lean on me like Crazy Joe (Work)
Workin, y'all n***** thirstin' for certain
Used to catch buses from Springfield to Bergen (Skrrrt)
We lurkin' and I need my cut like a surgeon
It ain't no cap in my rap like a turban
U n***** cap when y'all rapper like Chance (We paid)
I put on my team without an advance
They tried to belittle us til we expand
It's a little too late now to hop on the band (Too late)
Grind overtime I had to get it up outta the dirt (Uh)
Fuck with the fam they gone stick ya picture on top of a shirt (Yeah)
Roll a fat one I mix the widow on top of the purp (Wop Wop)
Squad up hood down swerve on ya corner and murk (Yeah)
Know them boys be beastin
Sabotage yo season (Yup)
Ain't no mission impossible
On a Hunt like Ethan (Whoo)
Talk money, talk money
Money talk, Money Talk (Ca ching)
I got the eye of the tiger
You be lookin puppy dog
I'm the new hip hop hero
5 4 3 2 0 (Go)
They know that I am the one (One)
Been kickin' this shit since a year old
Attitude real grease (Real grease)
Chuck the duece hold the peace (Hold the peace)
Free the homies on release (Release)
Say less Keep it brief (N****)
Heavy swoosh on the sneaks (N****)
Chain hangin' like a wreath (N****)
Me and you we don't compete (N****)
U the indy I'm the chief (Huh)
Beat the pussy I am bed lord
We been fuckin' up the headboards (Ugh)
We gone run it til our legs sore (Ugh)
Competition beat a dead horse (Ooh)
Once I spot him wit' the red toy (He gone)
Trigger squeezing you a dead boy
We not fuckn wit' them fed boys (Fuck 12)
Cook the beef like Uncle Elroy
Spot him I shot em I got him (I got him)
I'm on my bullshit Dennis Rodman (Like Rodman)
Shoot up ya city like Gotham (Boom)
Feelin like Marlon Do we have a problem

Written by:
Tim Benifield

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