Tglizzy - Sinner Lyrics

It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake niggas comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It be yo own niggas showin fake love
It's a lot of fake chains with some fake thugs
I keep the 40 on me for a fake thug
I bust on her face that's makeup
I remember waking up ain't nun to eat
Ian never Get J's Og was cheap
My Skin scraped up on the concrete
I was playing football I ain't need cleats
I was raised up to never give up
I came up now I gotta live it up
And I had a dream but nobody ain't believe me
Playing football and I looked up to speedy
Playing Catch up now you niggas can't beat me
Never had help y'all niggas ain't teach me
Now I came up a young nigga still greedy
Now I came up a young nigga
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner

It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake niggas comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It be yo own niggas showin fake love
It's a lot of fake chains with some fake thugs
I keep the 40 on me for a fake thug
I bust on her face that's makeup
I remember waking up ain't nun to eat
Ian never Get J's Og was cheap
My Skin scraped up on the concrete
I was playing football I ain't need cleats
I was raised up to never give up
I came up now I gotta live it up
And I had a dream but nobody ain't believe me
Playing football and I looked up to speedy
Playing Catch up now you niggas can't beat me
Never had help y'all niggas ain't teach me
Now I came up a young nigga still greedy
Now I came up a young nigga
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner
It's a lot of niggas hating on me cause I'm doing me
A lot of fake nigga comin round like they ken to me
Run up on em broad day wit that mop
Run up on em broad day shoot his top
I'm gettin to the bag I ain't worried bout you niggas
I'm running to the money something more like a sprinter
It's a cold world I keep my jacket like it's winter
I love to pray to god even tho ima sinner