[Verse 1: Team Eastside Lil P]
Off top, I'm the realest n***a in here
All my n***as with the shits, we ain't really with the gimmics
Turn one into two, I'm a chemist
When the light hit the ice, look like Christmas
Your bitch want my dick, I can feel it
I ain't doing no dates, I ain't chilling
Big 45, can't conceal it
If I wasn't rapping, I'd be drug dealing
Bitch, I'm Lil P, but I'm a heavyweight
Bitch, I ain't Warron G, but I regulate
I'm an East Ward n***a, til the heaven gates
Kick a ho in her face, bitch, I'm Kevin Gates
Take the boe out of state, n***a, make it shake
I took your bitch out of state, and I fucked her face
N***a, you is brokе, you ain't getting pape
Spot [?] like a housе party, we ain't no Kid N Play
Just a couple soldiers with a Glock and drac
Na, ain't [?], but I cock the K
All that cock riding, it's gon' stop today
We'll light this bitch up, like the holliday
The day I die, be a holliday
The percs got me high, I'm in outer space
The drank got me moody, bitch, get out my face
I don't mean to be rude, bitch, but give me face
I don't mean to be rude, but bitch, give me sex
The streets did me like a bitch, 'cause it gave me stress
The road did me like a trucker, 'cause it made me racks
So many pills at the crib, it's a C.V.S
N***a
[Chorus: Team Eastside Lil P]
I'd rather be a sinner than a shame, n***a
I'd rather be a pusher than a slave, n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a paid n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a made n***a
I'd rather be a sinner than a shame, n***a
I'd rather be a pusher than a slave, n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a paid n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a made n***a

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I'd rather be a sinner than a shame, n***a
Shit, I can't have no dealings with you lame n***as
I'm getting different chips, but I'm the same n***a
Tryna see a couple M's before my grave, n***a
N***as said they happy for you, but they hating really
When you bust the package open, see the flakes in it
Everytime I get a brick, I take an eighth out it
For I sell it to you, I replace it with the baking powder
Certified trapper, you be lying on your songs
Can't fool a real n***a, keep on lying to these hoes
You ain't been on 75, why you lying on the road?
Try to play me out of mine's, I'll hit you in your dome
Spend a check at the Louis store, with all Gucci on
I've been in and out the streets, fuck the studio
When you see us in the club, it's like a movie on
Balling on these pussy ass n***as, we ain't hooping though
N***a
[Chorus: Team Eastside Lil P]
I'd rather be a sinner than a shame, n***a
I'd rather be a pusher than a slave, n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a paid n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a made n***a
I'd rather be a sinner than a shame, n***a
I'd rather be a pusher than a slave, n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a paid n***a
Until the day I die, I'm a made n***a