Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sins, artist - Deniro Farrar. Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Sins |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, yeah |
| Poorly planned for chaotically conceived |
| Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false |
| gods had me down on my knees |
| 'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free |
| Poorly planned for chaotically conceived |
| Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false |
| gods had me down on my knees |
| 'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep… |
| Uh, no, this ain’t molly Percocet |
| Let that resonate and hit you in your chest |
| Uh, my nigga, I ain’t like the rest |
| Strictly headshots, so why your rock a vest? |
| I’m the modern-day Huey Marcus and Malcolm X |
| Hard to know who we is without our information |
| See the look on they faces I know they passive racist |
| Daddy left my momma he was lacking dedication |
| Born into this world I ain’t ask for this |
| Addicted to the pain like a masochist |
| You niggas lost looking for some ass to kiss |
| Found freedom now I’m looking for some ass to kick |
| Something just ain’t right about this crazy world |
| I’m meditating and elevating with baby girl |
| They say I ain’t got no rights because I’m black, or do I? |
| Original man, bitch, I’m strong as Kunta |
| Illuminati want my soul and my body |
| Took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty |
| Illuminati want my soul and my body |
| But I took the shackles off my brain and loaded up my shotty |
| Poorly planned for chaotically conceived |
| Born black into this world, made it hard for me to breathe Worshipping false |
| gods had me down on my knees |
| 'Til I found liberation, now a nigga finally free, peep… |
| My nigga robbing 'cause the drought got the work high |
| Stomach hurting, pockets hurting, how he gon' survive? |
| School brainwash our mind, how we 'post to strive? |
| A nigga take your dog from you, then you 'pose to ride |
| Street code not no stranger to a homicide |
| My Role models all dead or they doing time |
| From a city where they glorify the life of Crime |
| The same nigga that did the crime rat to cut his time |
| Food stamps and Wick vouchers, beans in the can |
| Lights off, rent late, but you don’t understand |
| That’s what got me clutching on this package in my hand |
| If yeen bringing paper home, my nigga, then you ain’t a man |
| For a band, a nigga’ll kill you right where you stand |
| Small advance but now my nigga got the upper hand |
| I’m sipping tea out in London while I ride the Tran |
| Look at what I overcame, now take a look at where I stand |