CITY OF SINS!
[Verse 1: tobi]
Chasing sins, and chasing rounds
Chasing ends and chasing bounds
You can’t imagine what it takes to keep a crown
You can’t imagine the breaks of doubt
The mind takes what it wishes to sound
Where I’m from we take stakes and blow it loud
Make it shout when I’m on stage and I’m proud
I got it made, my checks never running out
Always triumph through a storm in the snout
I was born to be titled as the poster child
Foreign dialects got me chasing a higher sense through the drought
Abandoned dreams collected at the lost and found
The KOLLECTOR saw the art and was aghast and frowned
I’ve passеd around many bodies through the mass of clouds
Massive frowns pass whеn I’m trapped and clowned
A verse from me will always cost a pound
So don’t talk to me about politics
Don’t talk to me of apologists
When all they do is falsify the common sense
Oh you egotistical? Yeah I’m proud of it
Pussy moist it’s critical when they try to see me by my ends
Getting head, make her back arch we in the bends
I hate bitches that fuck up my wins, listen
Don’t talk to me about attention
We getting money got no time to give dick or a pension
So back the fuck up, and don’t get to tripping
Don’t worry about my sins, baby I’m winning
They can’t look at me I got em timid
Don’t tell me to put the pen down when you ain’t spent time tryna test your limits
They tell me I’m sinning
Smoking every bitch I rap with they don’t see the vision
If you ain’t T or TZU, then my respect ain’t in it
[Verse 2: YUNG OC OTAKU]
'Lil nigga get yo paper up
I sip straight no chase when that labor tough
I break curses and verses and snuff my urges
Bake blunts, make love rough, cuff the surface
Skin pale, when I close curtains
Inhale, ‘fore I make a purchase
Transactions, like what the worth is
In fraction for what you searching
Is it-
The earth, your birth, your death when you in a hearse
Well let's rehearse and get it established first
For worse for better
The greatest vendetta whenever you niggas try to hoe me you ain't got it together
My beretta set a niggas expiration date
Fifteen names pass like collection plate
Send souls to the heavens gate
What a perfect fate
Now we mourn let me lead grace
[Verse 3: haxkman]
City of sins
Every day I’mma count up my wins
Avatar, got the power of wind
Every Sunday, I hit up the bins
Buy me some timbs
Sell ‘em on Pinterest
To be the best, I need that rest
‘Cause like everyday I be stressing
And sex brings heavens gates a lil closer like bet
I’m a step away from a knife to my chest
Seen a homie fake hang and fake his own death
I seen everythang since a jit, no less
I be at the store buying boar, no stress
I’m blessed
I smoke weed just to make sure I don’t OD everyday I guess don’t mess
‘Cause everyday is great if you make your day to day not the same
And you know that face to face goes insane in the brain
What I’m learning ‘bout in school isn’t fake
Insane that I’ve came all this way just to fake all my grades
All my teachers are lame
They don’t think all the same
In the fuckin' membrane
That’s where my visions came