Sinnerman by Thugga Massina Lyrics
[Intro]
Karma’s a bitch
[Verse 1]
Sinnerman, Lord knows I’m a sinner man
Whipping tan, selling raw like Vince McMahon
Background ain’t spick & span
Wild child, I got bigger plans
Turned 5 into 5 grand
Like a jukebox, I’ve been flipping bands
Trying to be the next Jiggaman, Hey!
But then my Karma, it said ain’t no fuckin’ way
Like sister Lauryn say, you can’t slick talk on judgement day
Preachers telling me pray but they just in the fucking way
What can I say?
I got memories I wish to forget
I got demons I wish didn’t exist
Come from bitches I hit
Come from bricks that I pitched
I know I ain’t no angel
It’s a small thing to a giant like Adam Rainer
I got Runtz for my lungs, extra clips for my banger
Had the world in my palms, let it slip from my fingers
Guеss you get a few lemons with thе fruits of your labor
That’s just the name of the game like Jayceon Taylor
But I’m like
[Hook]
Oh Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
Whoa Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Poor Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
All on that day
(Ay you know?)
I run to the rock, please hide me
Run to my Glock, please guide me
Run to the block, please hide me
It’s judgment day
(Ay you know!)
[Verse 2]
And I’m in my fucking zone, riding through the trap
Feel like Leslie Jones with this drac’ up on my lap
Crackers on my phone, I think my shit is tapped
Got me all wrong if you think this shit just rap
This is real life
Sweat dripping, tec gripping, something don’t feel right
Heart pounding, star counting, it’s almost midnight
Real ice, that’s why I keep the hockey stick
Serial scratched off like a grocery shopping list
I’m heavy in these streets, I’ve been known for poppin’ shit
Amazin on the beat, we’ve been known for dropping hits
Pardon my cockiness, gotta remain humble
I know that pride comes before the fall like Summer
The Turtle of my entourage, I’m cool with the drama
Have you sleeping with fish like Matt Barnes’ baby mama
I just hope I’m Trout when them angels call my number
Can’t control the way the cookie crumbles, your honor I’m like
[Hook: x2]
Oh Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
Whoa Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Poor Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
All on that day
(Ay you know?)
I run to the rock, please hide me
Run to my Glock, please guide me
Run to the block, please hide me
It’s judgment day
(Ay you know!)
Karma’s a bitch
[Verse 1]
Sinnerman, Lord knows I’m a sinner man
Whipping tan, selling raw like Vince McMahon
Background ain’t spick & span
Wild child, I got bigger plans
Turned 5 into 5 grand
Like a jukebox, I’ve been flipping bands
Trying to be the next Jiggaman, Hey!
But then my Karma, it said ain’t no fuckin’ way
Like sister Lauryn say, you can’t slick talk on judgement day
Preachers telling me pray but they just in the fucking way
What can I say?
I got memories I wish to forget
I got demons I wish didn’t exist
Come from bitches I hit
Come from bricks that I pitched
I know I ain’t no angel
It’s a small thing to a giant like Adam Rainer
I got Runtz for my lungs, extra clips for my banger
Had the world in my palms, let it slip from my fingers
Guеss you get a few lemons with thе fruits of your labor
That’s just the name of the game like Jayceon Taylor
But I’m like
[Hook]
Oh Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
Whoa Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Poor Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
All on that day
(Ay you know?)
I run to the rock, please hide me
Run to my Glock, please guide me
Run to the block, please hide me
It’s judgment day
(Ay you know!)
[Verse 2]
And I’m in my fucking zone, riding through the trap
Feel like Leslie Jones with this drac’ up on my lap
Crackers on my phone, I think my shit is tapped
Got me all wrong if you think this shit just rap
This is real life
Sweat dripping, tec gripping, something don’t feel right
Heart pounding, star counting, it’s almost midnight
Real ice, that’s why I keep the hockey stick
Serial scratched off like a grocery shopping list
I’m heavy in these streets, I’ve been known for poppin’ shit
Amazin on the beat, we’ve been known for dropping hits
Pardon my cockiness, gotta remain humble
I know that pride comes before the fall like Summer
The Turtle of my entourage, I’m cool with the drama
Have you sleeping with fish like Matt Barnes’ baby mama
I just hope I’m Trout when them angels call my number
Can’t control the way the cookie crumbles, your honor I’m like
[Hook: x2]
Oh Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
Whoa Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Poor Sinnerman, who you gonna run to?
All on that day
(Ay you know?)
I run to the rock, please hide me
Run to my Glock, please guide me
Run to the block, please hide me
It’s judgment day
(Ay you know!)