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sins - ftps lyrics

too many thoughts it’s so infinite
too many rappers think i am so innocent flow is too infamous k!lling it
grammys i have are legitimate
you don’t have any significance
none of your music is making a difference i will not deal with your insolence
boy you are not my equivalent

i cannot handle comparisons to all of these rappers they’re out of my league
comprehend that i’m my own evil g*nius lil boy i’m a fiend
walk into flight club i buy 20 pairs man i go on a spree
treat me like i’m in first cl-ss with the way i be spending this green

look at the way that i walk in my forces
creasing the pair like i wholly endorse it
say that i pay for views show me your sources
it’s not my fault that your career is imploding

y’all just keep hating and that is the goal
y’all keep on rapping on beats that you stole
ima go head and spend all of these bands on these prods that deserve my endors-m-nt

man i’ma make an appointment with slo and we’ll k!ll on a beat
shout out to dipper for changing his ways go ahead and turn up with ya dig on repeat
no disappointment when i’m on the mic
hit em like tyson they bleed when i strike
fans going crazy when i’m going fast with the flow and i know that’s the rhythm they like
ima keep going despite all the walls in my path
ima bust though when the haters attack
all of these kids want the clout and the racks
they won’t get any if they’re gonna slack and not make any tracks when they’re chasing my feature
labels will smell you and eat you
they will walk up and pretend that they’re eager
hit you with debt like a reaper
and they ain’t gon’ f-ck with ya neither

you gon be buying your gold
one day that’s gonna get old
they will be taking your soul

getting your face full of tats
you gon say why’d i do that
they will be taking your soul

they will taking your soul
signed it away with your blood
next thing you know that you’re never the sh-t then they kickin you out in the mud

you making pennies for shows
they saying your music is trash
gotta pay taxes and rent’s overdue don’t got money for that do the math

expecting your grat-tude for all of the clout
expecting your loyalty when you’re in doubt
expecting your songs to get views and play out
all they’ll be seeing is dollar signs
contracts and fame do not intertwine
trust in no one that’s the bottom line
look at uzi man it’s do or die

now you’ll be taking a stand cause you want some more drip on your hand but you can’t make demands cause you don’t have the leverage you shriveled old veteran you’re on the bottom while i’m in mount everest but i won’t be generous look at my rhetoric look at my cleverness give you a hemorrhage with all my references you average staggering avarice

i get so p-ssionate when all thwese blasphemous rappers or trappers don’t scatter when i’m rapping faster and faster the master is showing these children some manners and feed em some bars on a dirty -ss platter then getting so sick i say what is the matter you started with all of this chatter now i’m the one starting the laughter and showed all you slackers the ones who are whacker

i unsheathed my dagger to capture your fear it’s so clear i’m the one on a whole ‘nother tier so this topic’s adjourned boy i do not deserve to deter your reserve i prefer to observe than -ssert all my dominance use all your competence please stay anonymous take in your consequence or ima come back and burn you so hard just to prove that your basic -ss songs aren’t prominent rap is my f-cking metropolis

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