FTPS - Sins

Too many thoughts it’s so infinite

Too many rappers think I am so innocent flow is too infamous killing 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 genius 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 class 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

endorsement

Man I’ma make an appointment with slo and we’ll kill 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' fuck 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 shit 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 gratitude 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 passionate 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 ass 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 assert 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 ass songs aren’t prominent rap

is my fucking metropolis