CITY OF SINS!

Lyrics

[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