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Calypso Sinn

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Still caught up in the middle, brown bag full of skittles
Work a nine to five every day, and I'm spittin' riddles
All I know is hustlin', seen my momma strugglin
Hennessy, I'm guzzlin' cause all the bills I'm jugglin

Niggas want that money back, workin' on consignment
Now where you from is where you at, product of my environment
Don't plan on retiring anytime soon
Big dreams on my mind in a tiny-ass room

Get the weight and keep it movin', gotta push it to the limit
Niggas talk it, I pursue it, if I start it, I'ma finish
No games, no gimmicks, finish line, I'ma win it
Say a prayer before I leave, Lord knows that I'm sinnin

In the same old white tee, from sun up to sun down
Countin' all my stacks, feelin' like I'm comin' up now
On my last pack, f*ck nigga went and stuck me up
Told me don't move, nigga, or I'ma f*ck you up, damn

I be on the go, till the dawn of the daylight
Dodgin' all the demons, I'm just tryna get my cake right
These streets don't love you, nah, these streets don't love you

Movin' through the trenches, and survivin' by any means
Eye on my paper, other eye on my enemies
I know these streets don't love you, nah, these streets don't love you

Rollin' through my city, feelin' like that I'm a king
On my way to a show, rehearsin' what I'ma bring
Prayed for this moment, now it's comin' to fruition
I remember days when nobody ever listened

Comin' up with rhymes, Me and The Don the grind
Stepfather used to tell me that it's all in your mind
Rapped anywhere just to get a little recognition
Started off slow, but a nigga stayed consistent

Gotta get it, been down for so long
318, have-nott, our talent was so strong
Graduated from the bottom, now we makin' ends
Everybody wanna follow, cause we set the trends

Comin' up, I was broke with my best of friends
Got a second chance on life, cause I'm blessed again
So much stress for Sinn, but I was built for it
Anything to make it with this rappin', I'll kill for it

Long night, bright lights, I was made for this
I'm your favorite rapper's rapper, and they hate this shit
Hit the stage, got the crowd in a rage
Everybody showin' love with every song I'm in a daze

Smokin' haze, I'm on my way
To the top of this world with no delay
Headed back to my whip, and I'm paid
Didn't notice hatin' nigga's bout to spray, ay

I be on the go, till the dawn of the daylight
Dodgin' all the demons, I'm just tryna get my cake right
These streets don't love you, nah, these streets don't love you

Movin' through the trenches, and survivin' by any means
Eye on my paper, other eye on my enemies
I know these streets don't love you, nah, these streets don't love you

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