[Verse 1: Sin]
You see the Glitz and the glamor when the camera's on
Since i've been rappin' i've peeled a couple banana bones
The competition I don't see none I stand alone, cuz I left the broken body pieces with the sticks and stones
Words are full of pain, put a hurting' on everything
Possibly cannot be sane,take a look at my stage name
Sinful lil nigga thats use to strugglin', tryna make it out the hood with my music and hustling'
I'mma need an abundance of them 50's & 100's, a couple hoes with some hydro wearing ten deep and hundreds
Cuz she gotta match my fresh if she chillin' with me, either that, or her ass finna put on for some weed
We Winnin' be the team, talented kids with dreams
We all so different but been through the same things
Ran through the same bitches and rock the same fash-on, gone and take a picture and make sure yo flash on
Sin
[Verse 2: Mike Vittorio]
Shout out to my real niggas gettin' it, 365 my real niggas is livin' it
Chasin' a dream its close I can envision it, shout on a track but wonder if niggas listening
It is a fact me and my bros in this shit
This be the cup, my cup is over spillin', my cup jus runneth over
I'm happy just like the joker, I'm cookin' like lil B, Im baking like Russell Stover
Roll weed, I am a toker, I'm luck without a clover
Matta fact I'm all that, and a bag of chips
I burn through this beat like a fuckin' acid drip, and I'm with a bad one claiming that she's mixed
Tryna be my girl but I ain't really with the shit, I'm sorry baby but you can take a shot for me
And fall back if you not with my ideologies, if not get on yo twitter shit and follow me
And get in line cuz I don't support manogaomy, tryna get wifed up I'm like yeah, probably
Til' then I'm just chill smoking my broccoli, and kick raps and when I do I do it awesomely
Important to rap like afrika bambaataa would be, shit, thats how I would describe me
I feel great and I ain't even reached my peak x2
[Verse 3: J.Bruce]
See, I ain't tryna be famous, I can remain nameless
But my niggas winnin', so we winning what we named us
Two much for the women, three much for the niggas
Two W's and Three N's, we ain't no fuckin' action figures don't play with us
Niggas hella dangerous
We will defeat you and only leave the ankle up
Quick to pick the banger up you bitch made
My cutie gotta sick fade, fuck and ditch class we be cuttin' like a switchblade
Kick it like a sensei, I listen to what Sin say but if it involves sins I hit my knees and then pray
Nigga you the prey and I'm the predator
Never heard of competitors cuz can't no one compare to us
And I'm gettin' bettered add the extra "ER", I send em to the ER now they know who we are
Buss it, keep it short, short flow for the retards
Shining when I slide through the door like a keycard
Its bruce
You see the Glitz and the glamor when the camera's on
Since i've been rappin' i've peeled a couple banana bones
The competition I don't see none I stand alone, cuz I left the broken body pieces with the sticks and stones
Words are full of pain, put a hurting' on everything
Possibly cannot be sane,take a look at my stage name
Sinful lil nigga thats use to strugglin', tryna make it out the hood with my music and hustling'
I'mma need an abundance of them 50's & 100's, a couple hoes with some hydro wearing ten deep and hundreds
Cuz she gotta match my fresh if she chillin' with me, either that, or her ass finna put on for some weed
We Winnin' be the team, talented kids with dreams
We all so different but been through the same things
Ran through the same bitches and rock the same fash-on, gone and take a picture and make sure yo flash on
Sin
[Verse 2: Mike Vittorio]
Shout out to my real niggas gettin' it, 365 my real niggas is livin' it
Chasin' a dream its close I can envision it, shout on a track but wonder if niggas listening
It is a fact me and my bros in this shit
This be the cup, my cup is over spillin', my cup jus runneth over
I'm happy just like the joker, I'm cookin' like lil B, Im baking like Russell Stover
Roll weed, I am a toker, I'm luck without a clover
Matta fact I'm all that, and a bag of chips
I burn through this beat like a fuckin' acid drip, and I'm with a bad one claiming that she's mixed
Tryna be my girl but I ain't really with the shit, I'm sorry baby but you can take a shot for me
And fall back if you not with my ideologies, if not get on yo twitter shit and follow me
And get in line cuz I don't support manogaomy, tryna get wifed up I'm like yeah, probably
Til' then I'm just chill smoking my broccoli, and kick raps and when I do I do it awesomely
Important to rap like afrika bambaataa would be, shit, thats how I would describe me
I feel great and I ain't even reached my peak x2
[Verse 3: J.Bruce]
See, I ain't tryna be famous, I can remain nameless
But my niggas winnin', so we winning what we named us
Two much for the women, three much for the niggas
Two W's and Three N's, we ain't no fuckin' action figures don't play with us
Niggas hella dangerous
We will defeat you and only leave the ankle up
Quick to pick the banger up you bitch made
My cutie gotta sick fade, fuck and ditch class we be cuttin' like a switchblade
Kick it like a sensei, I listen to what Sin say but if it involves sins I hit my knees and then pray
Nigga you the prey and I'm the predator
Never heard of competitors cuz can't no one compare to us
And I'm gettin' bettered add the extra "ER", I send em to the ER now they know who we are
Buss it, keep it short, short flow for the retards
Shining when I slide through the door like a keycard
Its bruce
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