Sinner

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David Gray

David Gray (born 13 June 1968) is an English singer-songwriter from Sale, Greater Manchester. Gray released his first studio album in 1993 and received worldwide attention after the release of White Ladder six years later. It was the first of three UK chart-toppers in six years for Gray, the latter two of which also made the Top 17 in the USA. more »

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HOOK 1

I hang with the killers
And dealers man

Those are my niggas

Addicted to green 
Like I'm Peter pan
The money is the trigger

I'm stacking my figures
Like Jordan man
Retired a winner

Sorry momma
For the things I did

You know ma sinner
You know ma sinner

Michael Jordan
I go hard for this

Reminiscing we was starving
Now we living life marvelous

You know I don't play around
If you play with my plate then

I play with your body bitch
Is best that you settle down

I got homie that makes it look just like 
An accident

Verse 1

Don’t say that you know me

We are not brother
We not cut from
The same cloth

We don’t f*ck with no phonies 
Snitching niggas always
 Getting they face cross


I come from the boogie down
Where the hammers and toasters
They popping is dangerous

174 Nigga
Where fiends in the corner
They smoking that angel dust

Surrender that money

We taking over
The state is on lockdown

I be repping my city
The journey is the longest
But we in the map.

Yeah we in the map now
The journey was long but
We in the map now

The Rollie we cash out
We came from the bottom
Straight to the top now

HOOK 2

I hang with the killers
And dealers man

Those are my niggas

Addicted to green 
Like I'm Peter pan
The money is the trigger

I'm stacking my figures
Like Jordan man
Retired a winner

Sorry momma
For the things I did

You know ma sinner
You know ma sinner

Michael Jordan
I go hard for this

Reminiscing we was starving
Now we living life marvelous

You know I don't play around
If you play with my plate then

I play with your body bitch
Is best that you settle down

I got homie that makes it look just like 
An accident


Verse 2 

I’m Lit for the night 
Living a war, I see a OP, 
I make a call

Since I was a kid no respect for the law
None of my niggas would end up in court

Got the bail money for the jail

But most my niggas they still in a cell

Going struggles just living in hell
Gotta make it so I gotta prevail

These bitches they want me like 
Chop cheese

But I can’t not f*ck with no Thotie 

Fake nigga they claiming they got me

I’m moving in silence they not me

200 !
Nigga that the price
That you get !!!

I know you be talking
You talk to the feds
You an informant thats all head
Pay attention that’s the first 48

Song Writer -David Grey

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