Wynn - Sin City VIP lyrics

Lil' Homie i'll be dope until never happens I'm ill til' forever is If you ain't know me when this struggle happens Just remember we ain't never friends Accept my clubs for all of his love My mind for all of that labour My girl for holding me down And my dawgs for letting me paper Owe no-body in the world no favors I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers The difference between fourth and one and first and gold is in yourself Depending on how much u get yourself is how far you gon' go I'm to down to go hard for this I'm to down to get scarred for this I already broke 2 bank accounts And 10.000 miles on my confidence It's safe to say i feel blessed as f** I've been slept off for like 3 years so it's safe to say i feel rested up Even though i don't resten up i do supersess with this microphone b**h thats why i feel like the man on tan whenever i, i go home, like what? Believe me, no need for safety, he go deep, so deep, i swear, i beat the beat, i deserve a case Case some money, case and some rock, and it's safe, deploy it in, just in case I feel that rack when i'm off of space For the skyscrapers uh For the skyscrapers uh Lil' Homie i'll be dope until never happens I'm ill til' forever is If you ain't know me when this struggle happens Just remember we ain't never friends I don't owe no-body in the world no favors I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers I don't owe no-body in the world no favors I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers You doing something right when your cruels become statusses Your girl come up in conversations about who the baddest is Coming from a house in the dirt with the radishes To a house in the f**ing hills where the palace is Ask my girl if i'm a real one, and she know that She telling girls all about the s**, like he broke that Cause i put 7 in her box like a 3 fault stack And i ate her bitter box like a football stack I wake at 2 pm in the kitchen on my back Drink some coffee hit the gym Get to working on my back Then i hit the studio, and i bust a couple tracks Hey homie hit the gym, bring the cycle right brack I'm to real for this rap sh** I'm to real for this rap I'm to real for this rap sh** I'm to real for this rap I don't care who you are, bet my lyrics match your feelings best From the f**ing college kids to the prisons For the skyscrapers uh For the skyscrapers uh