SinCity

Sin City (Explicit) - Skepta/Chip/Young Adz

Lyrics by：Chip/Skepta/Young ADZ

Skepta：

What goes around comes around this **** keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody ******* with my kitchen

What goes around comes around this **** keeps spinning

Everyday I praise the lord but I'm still sinning

Stick to the rules of the trap had to keep it whipping

Ain't nobody nobody ******* with my kitchen

I had big waps hurt my wrist from the kick back

Click clack pull up on them in the pitch black

Switching sides now a n***a wanna switch back

Said I ain't a ***** I was talking big facts

N***as wanna talk n***as wanna chit-chat

On your block with four sticks like a ******* Kit-Kat

Dressed in all black fresher than a ******* Tic Tac

Started from a eight ball man I had to flip that

It's Big Smoke I'm a lion in the jungle need a lioness

I don't like your attitude but I like the dress

Lights out wild *** on the private jet

Huh forty thousand feet man I'm highly blessed

Touch down I'm in stu' with the killys

YA on the mud boy sippy sippy

Talking ************ then you know I keep it with me

Man I love the psilocybin yeah a n***a keep it trippy

Chip：

Chippy I got kicked outta school

Caught with a kitchen tool

Daddy looked me in my eyes

He said 'son this isn't you'

Having dreams of shotting raps

Big cousin shotting crack

I said dad I wanna rap

Ca' I want things that shotters have

Like a Avirex and lighties on ***

Little Chippy with the olders from the ends

Probably why I saw a key before a tens

Traumatic stress when I reflect I hold a meds

Toronto with my G on tour we praise the lord

College in Meridian but I knew Skep' before

***** all my n***as winning you can check the score

Match of the day racks on the chain cutting a cheque for sure

They say black don't crack never been no coward darg

Black and proud no bounty Chippy got lion bars

Rap or shot a packet tryna get a Schott jacket

What you think tea and crumpets

In my manor shots banging

Young Adz：

Gucci slides he a newbie in the gang

You see him ride

Jesus Christ stab him in his palm like he crucified

He ain't hit a movie with me

Yet he don't know how I ride

My shooter cross his arms and he got a cross eye

***********

Said the works there

Try more fiends

Outside the rehab 'til I find more fiends