Fallin' Sins (feat. L.Franchise)

Wait so Eli you made this Alright go E Clap it up and go the distance Mirror switch to change my image Refill the cup forget the pitcher Looking sad what's the problem Why you trippin why you falling Know the home that gets you calling What my name is I'm fucking ballin' What my name is the fuckin' doctor Always knew I came a problem Hard head get it twisted knocking Always knew I was a working project Lock the screw and twist the knock in Control your people genocidin' Watch my wave I like to slide in What you mean you think bout doubting' What you mean you think bout howling Ou I was in the coupe I ride with rounds to shoot it lose and practice what my skills can do Bring the camera out to showing the falling out blitz the crowd to crack the smile And make the twist go wild Why the shatter in the world What the f*ck yea Flippin' cars and flashing beams What really be exciting me I twist it 'round the cup And I drink my pinky up Oh my nigga said he passing me Well where the f*ck you catching up Ain't make to my cup of tea Ain't make it pass my starter fee Who you got be calling me The shades is deep to lock your feet Know some homies like to tweak I keep it dolo so you only hear my fuckin' speech Its chiggidy chiggidy intentional man move so deliberately  Run up them bands do so religiously  I come with demands acting all Biggity  It's chiggidy chiggidy they rather get rid of me do me like Kennedy  The only opps I have are my future opportunities  I really ain't on that unity  ask yourself truthfully  Who would you choose if it came down to you or me  You can keep that commentary 2 cents and your scrutiny  Feeling philanthropic  It's murder on any topic  The man in this bitch  Peyton and Eli rocking   In the sand with my bitch niggas keep story watching  He got his hands on the blick now he itching to pop it I'm fucking with the plug daughter all up in her socket  3rd bottle of wine I'm starting to feel like Bacchhus  Wasted all that time a comebacks my only option  Born in New Orleans by BR I was adopted hold up Hold up ok my nigga roll up  We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers  Hold up ok my nigga roll up  We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers  Hold up ok my nigga roll up  We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers  Trickster Tricketer Mister Mister Only giving out praises to the real hittas' Who a real hitta' Who a real splita' Who really getting jiggy When the town is lit up Cold winter Cold hitter Cold killer Heart killer Born killer Born temper Never going clueless Cause my vision stay clearer Why you always cluesless never be aware Who be the fuckin' shooter Gotta push it to the mental To the sky the stars I rolled up Oh who be saying hold up Oh Who be saying pour up Already got it in my cup So nigga what's the hold up Why you be reposing Why you reflecting for your pass sins Why you be repenting What's the forgiveness that you asking Who the f*ck you look up to Who the f*ck made promises due Who the f*ck be thinking All the favors I be counting through Ain't never one, aint number one I don't count on my biggest thumb Who the f*ck be tweakin' Man point him out and get some rum First time on a island And I blacked out trynna get it done First time on an isand And I spent it like it's my last one