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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sincere
Sincere
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ishmerai Muhammad
Ishmerai Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stacks Beats
Stacks Beats
Producer

歌詞

Yo
Sinner!
DXB TO THE WORLD
(DXB Baby!)
They say I’m too raw, I’m too real for the riddim
Die a hero, or live longer as a villain
Violate the law cause it’s poor how I’m living
For the money, for the lizzy, for the skwilla, for the schilling
Why am I sinning?
Inhaling weed smoke and
Chasing these pretty women
Put me in a room wid em all, the way I’m feelin
Leave me with a ped and a packet I’ll make a killin
The Preacher said that God is forgiving but I ain’t willing.
And I’m the stand up type
Always swung fists before I brang my knife
And I made it tru the mud so I can brag my rights
Stab me in the flesh, but you can’t have my life.
Can’t have my place,
Military in ways,
Boardroom with the Don,
He said stand up straight.
So we take this far.
Special place in my heart,
With the state of the art,
I’m giving praise to Allah.
I’ll never turn my back to a coward,
Friends turn sour for the juice and the power,
Sincere to the core, and Tommy don’t cower.
Talking Jim Brown, but your posse ain’t Shower.
Still on my knees, I make my prayer on the hour.
Guns I devour, when I see you in the street
Dishing g-checks, for a silly retweet.
So you can call it Halloween, if we’re giving out sweets
When that line rings,
You know my mind thinks,
I just wanna hit the beach and hear Mariah sing
Fully immersed, at 13, around violence
I saw blue lights with Giorgia now I’m duckin from the sirens
And I mean it
I’m bobbin and I’m weavin
Keep it 1 Hunna, or just keep it I don’t need it
I ain’t chased one yet, if you’re leaving then I’ll leave it
I’m still looking for a message even though we ain’t speaking
All I wanted was a way out this gutter life,
Tryna make toast without a butter knife,
I got PTSD, I’m an emotional wreck,
I got friends I won’t see until the other side.
But if only I could change the past..
Taking a glass,
These days won’t last
My voice cracking, that’s the pain and scars, man
Life came fast, we were chasing the graft.
Heart is where the home is,
Home is where the heart is.
Track 9, Giggs talking on Da Hardest.
Forgive me for your pardon, I’m surrounded by the darkness.
I built so many walls, that Chyna’s telling me I’m heartless.
Ghetto story, mandem grew without no fathers
Real shit, man they grew up in the barbers
We were boys, but now I see you as a target
But I’m still showing love, seeing Aunty in the market.
Written by: Ishmerai Muhammad
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