Текст песни 808’s (feat. AC) - Sin

Look
I try to sit back and relax
To get me on tracks now I gotta tax
A lot of these rappers a thing of the past
They claiming they snitching
I wouldn't put it passed him
Clips from ya show look like a disaster
Still got em following like I'm a pastor
Whenever I drop they wonder whats after
Whenever you drop it's followed by laughter
Look
Bro one of the youngest emcees out rappin dudes older than me
Studied the greats and learned the techniques
First listen like "Damn this is what music needs"
Ain't trippin off shit I got ties over seas
Y'all really not hot we a different degree
Liable to fold they are not with me
We cutting lose ends I can't let 'em eat

Life's too short and you don't get extensions
Are you really happy or you just like attention
Can't apply pressure when there's not even tension
Little guys like to be big in the mentions
Still lowkey cause thats better for the business
Don't hit my line if it ain't money or music
Gave out the blueprint they didn't wanna use it
Show too much kindness then they abuse it
MJ year and still not in my prime
Im Rosé black flow is something divine
I don't shade my friends just so I can shine
Could never be close our goals align
Chilling in rap my seats still reclined
Buy what You want my cards wont decline
Underdog story all we know is the grind (That's all we know, yo)
More healing less posts
All these accolades make a toast
Choose a flow then i coast
Give the haters somethin' new to post
Lost my phone a week ago
Had a couple mill in my notes
Been called a lot no joke
Everything except broke

Slide through the city they like damn you changed
Y'all just didn't grow that shit's not the same
808's in the subs could hear us from a plane
Gotta let A&C put y'all on game (Check it out, yo)

Homie's are spittin' and rippin' the beats without speakin'
Lifted and forgot that emceein'
Is what rap was first derived from
If we needed bars there would be no survivin'
So we catch em' at a weak point
Kid comes out spittin' bars with a sqeak voice
Leave em' wit' an instru at heat point
Cause you know i rip when i speak so i leave all the G's and emcees in the breeze told em' freeze boy
We keep takin' things further, yeah, homie, you can thank my birther
Quit callin' me a chirper, i'm not a server, i mean, how many beats do i gotta murder
Before i'm seen as legit, how many times am i gonna find the truth and spit it
How many times have i gotta rip it and split it and trip it and kick it and hit it and quit
Because its gettin' kinda old, its gettin' old bein' bold, same old, same old, same old
Everybody always shocked
"Oh my goodness, he popped"
"Oh my goodness, he stopped"
"Oh my goodness, he dropped"
So i'll pop again, couldn't drop me in
Couldn't be there for me so i couldnt stop the endz
So i make em' meet, and i keep em' neat, i spit it so elite i speak and leave emcees defeat, check me
Choppin' up every beat like Ted Bundy
Toppin' up every single street with a G that cannot defeat an emcee who was me
Invincible with a pencil and with a pen its a ten
I'll offend, end a friend, what i spend, i depend
I'll descend with intends to prevent and repent with resent cause' I kill rap events
Cause i'm feelin' like i'm in a physch ward with a mic
Go on strike, steal a bike, no one cares bout' a life
So i'll knife up ya wife and then strive for a five milli type of wheels, i'm sick of ridin' a bike
I dont even know what im spittin' bout no more
When im the mic tho ya betta' kiss the floor
If you move, you soar, out the window wit' a score
Man, i'm finished, i don't wanna spit rhymes no more, 04