Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life of Sin , by - Yungen. Release date: 20.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life of Sin |
| I know what you’ve been through |
| I know where you’ve been |
| I know you just tryna make the most and live good in this life of sin |
| I know where you wanna go |
| But it’s down to him |
| All the fame, all the money, all the hoes, they don’t mean a thing |
| In this real world |
| They wanna see you do well, just not better than them |
| I’m due to trust a enemy before I trust my friends |
| These man will risk their freedom to be the man in the ends |
| For a dead Rolex or a Benz, they all the same |
| Me I’m from the same place but so different |
| I buy my mum a house before I make my watch glisten |
| I’ve seen my friends die, the other half go to prison |
| The difference between me and them is I listen |
| These last few months, I been thinking till my head explodes |
| So many fakes in the scene waiting to get exposed |
| It’s rap or road, this is the path I chose |
| Me and flowers in the back of the Rolls |
| Five flights in a week, I really come from the streets |
| Where most my friends ain’t never been to the beach |
| From the school of hard knocks, only real man here can teach |
| Live before you die, that’s all I preach, (Amen) |
| Man I don’t give to receive, me I give to my G’s |
| I give to my fam, they all get a cut till I bleed |
| I’m on my way, I just tell them believe |
| I been around the whole world, I can’t go back to selling no weed |
| I wasn’t turning up, I was turning green to peace |
| Who said money don’t grow on trees |
| But I ain’t tryna leave my marj lonely or make my family grieve |
| But I ain’t any kid, I’ve got dreams |
| But I’m real so if it’s beef guess who’s ridin' out |
| Hoody and a bally, if it’s me, you ain’t findin' out |
| Tryna duck the sirens out |
| We was doing all the sit that all them man were lyin' 'bout |
| See me out the same day on the strip, I ain’t hidin' out |
| Big, but I don’t ever call names |
| You’re gonna see me ballin' where it says «No ball games» |
| In the middle of the hood with my squad and my crown |
| I’m still around when it all goes down |
| But ask about me, went from Morley’s in Palace, to Vapiano’s in Sydney |
| I’m face timing my brothers, next time I’m bringing them with me |
| I heard they tryna load shots, they better hope they don’t miss me |
| I ain’t got no time to argue with pickney |
| My nephew’s in secondary, I gotta set an example |
| I gotta shine, there ain’t nothin' you can’t do |
| I’m on all of his friends phones, but to him I’m just uncle |
| But it’s chaos every time that I come through |
| And he love that shit |