text: Lord forgive me for my sins-in-ins-in-in-in
  Lord please forgive me for my sins
  Did so much shit I can’t repent
  I put some more diamonds in my wrist
  Look at the time a nigga spent
  I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent
  I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths
  They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens
  I sip me some syrup and pop a ten
  Wanna know how much money we gettin’?
  Told these niggas imma trap again
  Get them bales, them bitches traffickin’
  Hit my line my nigga, pack is in
  Imma rack em’, stack em’ by the ten
  We rockin’ Rollie’s, servin’ out a Benz
  You police trippin, person shot again
  They took his life and hung him by the rim
  Man they need to stop it
  You know goin’ outside ain’t an option
  Imma pull out that fire and start poppin’
  Imma whip at that cat when I got it
  My new bitch is , exotic
  I’m far from a cop, but I still cop it
  These haters scrolin’, clickin’, still watchin’
  Easter Pink, now I’m pill poppin’
  I pop a pint and pour it in the soda
  Pussy police wanna pull me over
  I’m young, I’m black, I’m rich, I drive a Rover
  I book a show, this shit is over the code
  They don’t wanna see you be an owner
  Had to separate and be a loner
  Ain’t trying see the cap like a Coca-Cola
  Lord please forgive me for my sins
  Did so much shit I can’t repent
  I put some more diamonds in my wrist
  Look at the time a nigga spent
  I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent
  I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths
  They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens
  I sip me some syrup and pop a ten
  I sip me some syrup and pop a ten
  They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens
  She wan’ hit me, pop my shit again
  I see ya’ loyalty within
  Trust me, I’m knowin’ you’re a friend
  I’m loyal, we ridin’ to the end
  The dog made me sorry
  I love to work, you niggas love to party
  I shoot for for the Carti
  Go ahead and jump in that Rarri’
  Private jets, we eatin’ calamari
  I do this shit for Lil Zary
  If it don’t serve a purpose then it’s retarted
  Picked that backend up at the after party
  I’m puttin’ dick in ya daughter
  Not 21, but these bitches, I slaughter
  Might go the club and buy yo’ bitch a bottle
  I bet you didn’t know I put balls in the Tesla
  I don’t own a pair of handcuffs, I can’t cuff her
  I left my heart in the county, I can’t love her
  Pockets celery because I get paid double
  Only God can keep me outta trouble, yeah
  Lord please forgive me for my sins
  Did so much shit I can’t repent
  I put some more diamonds in my wrist
  Look at the time a nigga spent
  I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent
  I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths
  They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens
  I sip me some syrup and pop a ten