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100 Sins
Hip-Hop/Rap
100 Sins was released on January 11, 2020 by Money Long Ent. as a part of the album 100 Sins - Single
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Release DateJanuary 11, 2020
LabelMoney Long Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lexington Blake Jackson
Lexington Blake Jackson
Songwriter

Lyrics

100 Sins
Thinking bout the **** that i lost to a dirty ass field
In a hotbox doing da whole dash tryna steal folks shit
See these pussy **** the wig
They wait til they grown to walk off the porch
Bullet hit em burn him like a torch
See i had to get it my own way
Dirty stick finna save the day
I pop him and pay bro to clean up
He also told me never team up
I am a lyrical bastard
Patna got hit it was tragic
Call dis shit 100 sins
100 sins, 100 sins
I'll do it all again
Just to bring back the ones that i lost
Dis was the life that we chose and it cost
You cant be broke hanging round a boss
I was dead broke, down on my dick
Hella cars, had to hit us a lick
Ran it up caught for it quick
Left school and caugh another blick
Big revolver tucked it went to school
Didnt nobody know i had a tool
Let me tell you bout 6 grade
I packed up my books den i turnt to the streets
Let me tell you how i made plays
I had on these glasses, they thought shit was sweet
Diamond back hit like thunder
This the life in the jungle
Hard rocks and good marijuana
I was just a lost soul in this world
Start touching hella paper
Caught for my first pound as a youngin
If you up, you better spray it
Ian got no hoe card **** you can never come and take it
Shots fired in the basement
(100 Sins,100 Sins, call this s*** 100 Sins)
I tear up the beat off the rip
Glock 23 I up off my hip
Bad bitches, hella money, im here
Piped dreams got washed out my ear
Soul beating, hella dreams disappear
Ian never do the shit to be cool
I just heard bills was over due
If you can help it stay up on that porch
Ian choose it, shit was by force
Needed new shoes, crispy air force
Big brudda hit my phone we finna spin
That was my first time seeing brick
33 racks, dats wholesale
Break it down bound to see 80
If you cook it, shit like the 80s
Junkies love the shit, have em shaking
Mama cried, tried to keep me in school
Another chase, they caught another tool
Locked down next week went to court
Mama crying shoulda stayed in a sport
But this the life i chose off the porch
Popped his luh brudda, tryna up the score
Da pussy patna, came and got somemo
Now its time to drop a new body
I be tryna chill, just want money
Pipe dreams, they were sold to me
Its a roller coaster on a rolling beat
I lay down and pray my soul to keep
Its a lot of hate that was showed to me
Swinging sticks on a dirty street
In a hotbox, dats a dirty jeep
If ian got it the pn its fuck sleep
We stay up, creeping on the backstreet
Why it got to be harder
Like i say, dis the life and it cost
100 sins now im smarter
Like i say this the life and it cost
I remember riding marta
100 sin later, back on my shit
I cut up the beat like a barber
Written by: Lexington Blake Jackson
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