[Lyric] Sin City Cruel Lords (Dominic Lord)

[Intro]
New new new
New new new new new
New new new new

[Verse 1]
I swear they in it for the art of it
If you want it young, gotta train your heart for it
Welcome to my shit, welcome to the overworld, bitch
We freezin, we so cold, bulimic
Balenciaga, my nigga Nick just resigned a
You niggas ain’t eating right, I’m so fond of it
So fond of it, I’m in love with my accomplishments
I’m in love it, fucking bitches in public
Rolling round of my thug shit, hundred pack in my above in
I hope, I hope, right above 'em

[Hook]
True Lord, true true Lord
True Lord, true true Lord
True Lord
True Lord, true true Lord
True Lord, true true Lord
True Lord
[Verse 2]
Now now we’re struggling
Lord knows what you talking about
I was listening honey, I’m in love with the money
These niggas holding themselves back
Over looking the finding, ain’t holding nothing
What you waitin' for?
Fuck it all, f it all, get more
It all
True Lord, true true Lord
True Lord

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Peace to them
When I come, use your feet to run
I can’t believe bitches wearing Donna Karan
And my ear drums, what I’m hearing in my ear drums
I can’t believe what I’m hearing in my ear drums
50 thousand dollars shopping sprees
You should commit suicide, you ruin us
Me and my niggas is delirious, we classy
All my niggas we all flashy, from St. Nick to Edgecombe
We Harlem world, that’s huggers never kissing ass bill
Suck a dick bitch while I count my cash and my knuckles is ashy
Bitch
[Hook]

[Verse 4]
Swerving
I’ve been doing that shit dough roll
Hate a nigga that act like
He the only one doing it right, ha
Right, ha
You started on a bike nigga
Then you got four wheels
Don’t forget where you came form
This for everybody that don’t know my name
Bruhhh
That’s the slang today, oh that’s a slang today
Just might change the game today
Dominic Lord

Dominic Lord