Sin City

[Chorus: Wynn]
Lil' Homie I'll be dope until never happens
I'm ill til' forever is
If you ain't know me when the struggle happened
Just remember we ain't never friends

[Verse 1: Wynn]
Accept my pops for all of his love
My mom for all of that labor
My girl for holding me down
And my dogs for letting me paper

[Hook: Wynn]
Owe nobody in the world no favors
I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers

[Verse 2: Wynn]
The difference between fourth and one and first and gold is in your soul
Depending on how much you gas yourself is how far you gon' go
I'm too down to go hard for this
Too down to get scarred for this
I already broke two bank accounts
And 10,000 miles on my car for this

[Bridge: Wynn]
It's safe to say I feel blessed as fuck, blessed as fuck (blessed)
I've been slept on for like three years so it's safe to say I feel rested up
Even though I don't resten up I do supersets with this microphone
Bitch that's why I feel like the man on 10 whenever I-I go home, like what?

[Pre-Chorus: Wynn]
Believe me, no beat is safe, he go deep, so deep, I swear, I beat the beat, I deserve a case
Case of money, case [?], and a safe to put it in just in case
I flippin' racks for that office space
For the skyscrapers, uh

[Chorus: Wynn]
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 happened
Just remember we ain't never friends

[Hook: Wynn]
I don't owe nobody in the world no favors
I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers
I don't owe nobody in the world no favors
I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers, uh

[Verse 3: Wynn]
You doing something right when your quotes become statuses
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 fucking hills where the palace is
Ask my girl if I'm a real one, and she know that
She tell her girls all about the sex, like he broke that
Cause I put seven in her box like a three-four stack
And I ate up in her box like a four-four stack

[Bridge: Wynn]
I wake up at 2 p.m. 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 back

[Pre-Chorus: Wynn]
I'm too real for this rap shit
I'm too real for this rap
I'm too real for this rap shit
I'm too real for this rap
I don't care who you are, bet my lyrics match your feelings best
From the fucking college kids to the prison—

[Chorus: Wynn]
Owe nobody in the world no favors
I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers
I don't owe nobody in the world no favors
I started at the street aiming for the skyscrapers, uh (scrapers, uh, uh)