JAHDAÉ and Kid Fob - Sin Again

How the fuck they gon' hate when we came up from nothing
Momma helped me turn nothing to something
These niggas act like they be bout' it be bluffing
If I tell bro pull up then he coming
Can't wife up no thotty body fuck a treesh
Cut her off gave her back to the streets
These niggas round me acting fake tryna leach
But I guess that shit comes with the breesh
Fuck new friends
Tryna cop me a couple new bands
Feel like popping my shit once again
I feel like I'm different from them
Sorry momma I'm tryna do better
Pray to god that I don't sin again
Pray to god that I don't sin again
Sorry momma I might sin again
Yeaa chh

I'm tryna get it
Cut sum off cause they ain't see the vision
Learned to keep to my self cause these niggas don't get
My circle real small now it's only the realest
cnd I put my pain in a verse I'm just hoping u feel it
I lost Jah I ain't know how to deal with it
I put drank in my cup just to heal with it
But it didn't heal shit
Niggas be pussy acting more like bitches than bitches and I do not get it this shit getting fake
Im from a city where niggas gon act like they fuck with you then turn they back niggas snakes
Watch out for jakes
niggas federal move like the jakes
I told brodie to roll down window
ima' smoke this whole blunt to the face
I got no more feelings
ain't the same ones from Section 1 buildings
I be feeling like my life is different
big brodie pushing cMGs on the I95 steady whipping it
We was down bad on our last steady pivoting
I ain't have no damn pot I could piss up in
Momma raised a fucking G though of many men
I know they want my soul this shit tampering

I just feel like niggas don't really respect me like this life shit don't make sense to me cus they gonna uplift you when you down but then degrade you when you up I don't know

How the fuck they gon' hate when we came up from nothing
Momma helped me turn nothing to something
These niggas act like they be bout' it be bluffing
If I tell bro pull up then he coming
Can't wife up no thotty body fuck a treesh
Cut her off gave her back to the streets
These niggas round me acting fake tryna leach
But I guess that shit comes with the breesh
Fuck new friends
Tryna cop me a couple new bands
Feel like popping my shit once again
I feel like I'm different from them
Sorry momma I'm tryna do better
Pray to god that I don't sin again
Pray to god that I don't sin again
Sorry momma I might sin again
(Boat)
Yeaa chh

I was dead broke
Can't be chillin inside of the bricks
I just had to go get it, woah
cnd now I get death notes
cll over my phone
Keep my head on a swivel
(cyyy)
Still putting Loubs on
How we stepping on goons
You could really see why my feet's bloody
Trust me, I don't do no fake buddy buddy
When I ain't have motion you ain't call me muddy
I'm a student of the game how I study it
Fell in love with this shit, now I have fun with it
Even better when I bring all my brothers in
Swear I ain't going down, I'll go up again
cnd then up again
Could I up it then?
I can't run with them
I might sin again
It'd be better to be true to myself again
She get wetter when I'm putting it in again
Virgil Louis sweater, like how they print it
Designer denim only jeans you could see me in
Shoutout Mike and Dave they put me on stadiums
I guess this the real ultimatum
I'm an artist all these songs I done painted em'
Jah and Fob on the court like Brown and Tatum
When they hate on niggas, all the mind or attention
I was never gon' pay em'
Had to come a long way
From wearing the same clothes everyday
Hopping on the red and orange line train
I been putting reps in, see the gains, yeah
Tell that pussy nigga we could bang, yeah
Damn, I guess he gon know
(Boat)

Written by:
sean rockwood, Mounirou Fassassi, Daedae Auguste

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