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SINNERS

102

Hip-Hop/Rap

SINNERS è stato pubblicato il 5 settembre 2025 da ROYALE ENTERTAINMENT come parte dell'album SINNERS

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita5 settembre 2025

EtichettaROYALE ENTERTAINMENT

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM81

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Anthony Michael Saia

Anthony Michael Saia

Harmony Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Anthony Michael Saia

Anthony Michael Saia

Songwriter

cecilio devon Joseph

cecilio devon Joseph

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Anthony Michael Saia

Anthony Michael Saia

Executive Producer

Testi

A bottle and a promise, both have gone The trail of lost sins, I walked too long

I don't lie, but I don't confess I wear my truth like a bloodstained vest

I'm made of bone and whiskey breath I dance with faith and flirt with death

No saints, no prayer, no peace to keep

Just a man who don't feel, whats buried deep

Fuck the bars and metaphors, lemme talk to ya

An entire fanbase seem to hate my guts

Not off something that I did, but what I didnt, tough

I don't take well to threats, you gon' step a what?

Triple seven on the machines

Come and try your luck,

Been through everything possible and came out it clutch

Pay attention, I can show you how to run it up

Fake love from fake bitches, bunch of fake asses

More fake love from fake ****, tryna fake they status

Smell the desperation on they gram as they climb the ladder

Just met so-and-so, now y'all bro bros? it don't matter

This the beast coast, you think Times Square, we uptown Wit it

Pistol tucked inside of the stash

We ride around with em

Whole lot of kings in the city I wear the crown with em

Tell me who your favorite MC

Probably put down with em, probably exchanged war stories and burned it down with em

So I said keep this shit square business, not puttin' rounds in em

But Magic said, its fuck all you ****, go lay em down Youngin'

16 in Avalon rappin, he knew my time comin'

East Coast, **** brackin, whoa

West got my name, buzzin **** whoa

Had this bad bitch uptown, she was whoa

Now I'm coppin' from poppy for the low

Yeah, they love me in DYKMAN address me as chulo no not MANUDO

More AVENTURA, the step like bachatta, quick bust yo malta

First freestyle On K-Slay, drama tryna feel me out

Nervous cause this shit live, tapin' and I got warrants out

Still poppin' out, all you **** lately here been actin' out

Severely tryna pack em out

Steppin' in my lane we crashin' out

**** tryna front up in my city, fuck is that about?

OG's turnin' podcastin', no more shit to rap about

I put the block on, told the city get they popcorn

Give me somethin' black on, let em know we back on

This for every trend, we never got that dab on

Reason **** claimin' fly, and puttin' Pelly's back on

I'm in a PJ hallway till the pack's gone

Telegram app goin, **** that's the bat phone

And only thing we fear is God and a tapped phone

Major league pitchin', runnin' base to make it back home

I'm up in diamonds all my diamonds, she like, what im on

All I wanna know, baby, is how you gettin' home

Like these pointers, if I say it, then it's set in stone

Yeah, them **** did it, can't ignore that they did it wrong

They big, homie had it, now they shit is gone And I don't trust you ****, couldn't get a loan

The city need to be lifted

I easily fix it the drill shit ended, **** lost they image

OGs phasin' out and worried bout subscriptions

They traded interludes for interviews, but that's they business

They used to say the flow's too wordy, the hook's unworthy

**** got shaky with they bars but they moves got sturdy

Ain't no spitters left, every song under 230

Ain't no hustlers left, just shooters, and all of em on 30s

And all of em look dirty, give a fuck if ya heard me

The industry don't deserve me, I pray when you **** urk me

Yeah, you should be worried, I promise it's gon' be scurry

Word to Kobe, when I'm gone, they gon' still be wearin' my jersey

You **** was laughin' it up, havin' time of your life

Now the sinners up, and now half you **** turnin' to Christ

This is slave blood, timbs laced up, get your weight up, ****

Write your hopes and dreams on down, I tear the page up, ****

God sent me

Ancestors previous laid the plot

This is Live Mula, king of the coast

The legend of CHOP

Written by: Anthony Michael Saia, cecilio devon Joseph

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