Sinnerman

Karma’s a bitch
Sinnerman, Lord knows I’m a sinner man
Whipping tan, selling raw like Vince McMahon
Background ain’t spick & span
Wild child, I got bigger plans
Turned 5 into 5 grand
Like a jukebox, I’ve been flipping bands
Trying to be the next Jiggaman, Hey!
But then my Karma, it said ain’t no fuckin' way
Like sister Lauryn say, you can’t slick talk on judgement day
Preachers telling me pray but they just in the fucking way
What can I say?
I got memories I wish to forget
I got demons I wish didn’t exist
Come from bitches I hit
Come from bricks that I pitched
I know I ain’t no angel
It’s a small thing to a giant like Adam Rainer
I got Runtz for my lungs, extra clips for my banger
Had the world in my palms, let it slip from my fingers
Guss you get a few lemons with th fruits of your labor
That’s just the name of the game like Jayceon Taylor
But I’m like