Nawf Slim - Life Of A Sinner (feat. CarelessWoah)

Rollin out my bed I don't wanna get up
Bout to hit the blocc strapped for a 187
And the 38 special for a 2 and 11
Cuz I live my life rough beef with family and all
If it's smoke then it's fire so I'm feuding wit y'all
Bout slide wit woah so I'm makin a call,
I can't drive so my nigga he swervin I'm gunnin
I'll give a bitch a looc so she knows I want sumn
Once she knows what it is drop the location I'm gone
I see a victim and I get him ain't gon bullshit him
Ain't bring my cellular phone took his life for a stripe and his money for patrón
I wanna bone so I meet her
Under a street light hit her right inside the alley while she held me tight
Ain't a wine or a diner imma loocer and finder
Keep my name inside your mouth before They looc and they find ya
I can't get no kinder
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life of a sinner
Livin the life
Livin the life
Livin the life of a sinner
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life of a sinner
Aye aye aye aye aye
Early morning nigga rolled up
And I'm pullin out the gas
With the backwood that's good
Packin on it that's good
Niggas loocin at a young nigga
They say where you bout to go
I said I'm feelin like Pinocchio tellin lies to people
So I hit a little juug up
In the car wit my nigga Slim
Like he said he blastin too
I just drived around and hit a lil dude
Now we gon head hit the corner
Grab a Duece Duece
Deuce Deuce
On the corner niggas gettin dirty
Everybody talking any
But that shit just had a nigga feelin like he pullin up with burners
Everything is not about a timmy turner
All this time make a nigga feel like he was stevie wonder
Feelin blind to all the ignorant and lies
Ignorance is bliss, but why tf I feel intelligence
Uh I guess the blunt is speacin too much spazzin out like terrets
Hol on, hol on, hol on
Just gettin started nigga poured me a fo'
Gettin up nigga let me kicc down the doors
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life of a sinner
Livin the life
Livin the life
Livin the life of a sinner
A day in the life
A day in the life
A day in the life of a sinner
I'm a treacherous madman
Everybody zipped up so they call me the bag man
Ol girl fear me cuz she heard I'm a bad man
Miss my cousin so I know I'm sad man
They even usin cat scans my presence is a cancer
Spread like I got a 100 shooters in Atlanta
No I ain't a boy so excuse me I'm a Soulja
Just like Slim hell my heart get colder Deeper in this life
You crazy if you stay sober 24/7
Stop wishing hell on my niggas for I send yo ass to heaven
Far from 27 and from 17
God forbid I wake up in a cell hope it's a bad dream
Everybody thinc they know but they don't know a thing
Keep ya mouth closed, feel the numb and the sting
Then you fall down, blood on the ground
Told you if you mention me that you gon get found

Written by:
Elias Hooker

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