Flaws and Sins

[Part I]

[Intro]
Red
Jabari on the beat

[Verse]
I have a mindset of a millionaire but can't gain a dollar
The same yung nigga that was raised by his mama but half his life knew his father
Don't know any snakes in the grass but the only snakes I know are on my collar
Get me the guap and im laughing like ah haha
But I'm smart about my money , gotta stay financially clever
We all got flaws and sins but i guess that's whatever
I've been told if you learn by your mistakes then you will get better
I hate being shined by the sun, i rather be under the weather
I wish the world wasn't so evil put down the guns, let’s all unite and become one
See me a problem and i just run, no temple run
Can't say a lotta bad words on this because YouTube will probably get this demonetized
Always dreamt of myself riding first-class flights
Play dangerous games, you get a dangerous price
They hear me rap now and say “this YoungRichChris nigga nice”
I rather invest my wealth and make more than pay 180 on some ice
I've been feeling pessimistic
Use to be laughed at cause I'm different
Thought i was trippin
Wish i could disappear, no magician
They ask me “How the fuck do you feel”
My life is a movie, the shit is surreal
Imma be on my shit when i reach a record deal
I wanna be like meek and make a mil
I'm going through the motions
Time slips away and I'm caught in the moment
Can't pop me no pills, can't do no potions
You niggas be on the gram, bragging and boasting
Said you pop niggas like pimples but you don't even tote it
Said you wanna be like Polo G but you ain't a real g
Wanna speak on my life but bearly even know me
Your perfect the way you are, shine bright like a star
Even though you got your flaws and done some sins
At the end of the day, we are humans
Fuck a fake one, i need real friends
Real fucking friends to the fucking end
The ones who gon stick by me when i go through a struggle
The ones who gon pick a nigga up when I’m down
Yeah, when I'm down, yeah

[Part II]

[Intro]
Hit me a button Morty, give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright umm
Yuh
Ayyyyeee
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh huh
What, huh, what huh, Playboi Carti shit, huh, yuh, huh, yuh

[Verse]
Bitch, i stay posted all the way in the back
Peter Griffen, bank account real fat, huh
How the fuck you snitchin on yo people, lil nigga you a rat
Like rhi rhi, i put in the work
My shawty, she a flirt
Canary chain, yellow like mustard
These niggas that are talking shit are really absurd
Ru- ru-ru- run up on fam and ill grab yo fuckin face and put that shit in the muthafuckin dirt yuh
You see me, e-y-e, ballin like im Mo Bamba, Sheck Wes shit
Run up on a nigga, get slit like a wrist, I stay hot, oven mitt
Boss moves, too quiet, we some gs, no lasagna
Make a swole nigga cry to his mama
Got me a pack no Fendi
Night night nigga might put you to sleep
My lamb is a frog, hop out the shit, then i just leap
Can't fuck with a thotty, they suck up the gang like a leach
You fuck with my brothers, then you are my enemy