CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Blemish

Lord forgive me for my sinnin'
50 thousand on the wrist another 40 in the denim
Tell em hold onto this L, they get so mad about us winning
DA dropped most of the charges they wish I still had em pending
Could of saved a couple dollars but been (ballin' out on pendants??)
I ain't signing with nobody I still want my independence
All this syrup in my soda make my body feel replenished
Tell em check the resume on my name is not a blemish
Diamonds VVS, shoot outs while on GPS
You made the morning news KPIX all on CBS
Got this money round me all my old homies agreeing lеss
sh*t be going bad even somеtimes when I mean the best
Smoking back to back, but it isn't to relive the stress
We trapping out the whip, got a whole pharmacy like CVS
That Cali shot connect I feel like T Rogers from PBS
f**k the industry before this I still had street success
f**k a bag or two I'm looking for a box b*t*h
Swear this Maserati seat feel more like its a c*ckpit
If it's up with me it's up no need to talk sh*t
And if you ever think I'm falling off you smoking rocks b*t*h
Lord forgive me for my sinnin'
50 thousand on the wrist another 40 in the denim
Tell em hold onto this L, they get so mad about us winning
DA dropped most of the charges they wish I still had em pending
Could of saved a couple dollars but been (ballin' out on pendants??)
I ain't signing with nobody I still want my independence
All this syrup in my soda make my body feel replenished
Tell em check the resume on my name is not a blemish
They want me depressed but I'm stacking green instead
Back then in my cell under my door they slid a piece of bread
When I got the spotlight on me I start choosing peace instead
Depend on how you spell I ain't dwelling on no people dead
Get erased over that paper while receiving lead
Make a play but they don't catch is what the wide receiver said
Sunday I'll be hopping boarder lines, there's your Easter egg
I write everything I say in red like what Jesus said
Told that b*t*h I want the head and not the box b*t*h
Everybody's strapped I'm not the one you want to box with
If it's up with me it's up no need to talk sh*t
And if you ever think I'm falling off you smoking rocks b*t*h
Yeah, Lord forgive me for my sinnin'
40 thousand on my neck this FN 40 in my denim
Told em hold on to this L but that's my blunt you better not hit it
Catch a DV if I fade em I don't put my hands on women
Got a b*t*h in Kansas city trapping out in independence
f**k the music industry I rock with the best independent
2020 ain't do sh*t but help me get a better vision
b*t*h my resume to solid you can't get this job position