"It′s ya boy, Born Sinner

And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A"

How you gone bring yo niggas into battle?

You must be the worst president of a company ever!

They are not prepared and you are not prepared!

Got a whole pack of black n mild

Still wants smoke

Category 5 soft I ain't hear one bloke

You don′t follow my ass but you stalk my IG

Maybe you should suck my dick

Till ya pen game choke

M.A.F.I.A bitch

You don't wanna provoke

We against our government

But wait you my foe

Category 5?

Wait!

That's a hurricane right

Put two and two together

That′s weather control

Ain′t you posed to make noise?

Wait?

Huh?

What?

Baby girl your tropical storms weak

You huffing and puffing and talking yo shit

Whats a hurricane that can't blow the shoes off my feet

Or the spikes off my cleats or these hoes out my sheets

Boy ya pen game sweet

You cannot defeat

So you′re the president

Of your company

Then I recommend

That you get impeached

My flow is amazing

Yours is horrendous

Your lyrics are trash

And mine are stupendous

Its not an accident

Like your in a car

When your preferred sex

Means you get rear ended

You said your gonna murder me

Guess you pretended

Act like you never herd of me

I'm so offended

You try to flick the bird at me

Don′t say another word to me

Unless its under urgency

You're FAM suspended

The don of the M.A.F.I.A

What you expected

Your lyrically better

Now you stand corrected

You sent me a diss

I′m still unaffected

But still be relentless

You couldn't end it

Bring your whole crew

The whole damn collective

"Wait leave snap alone"

Man your so protective

But you got it wrong

There's no beef with snap

I don′t mean a chain

When you must be neck less

Na I′m just playing

Your family I meant it

My brother I love you

My loyalty's endless

But battling me

And realizing you lost

Man do you need a hug

Cuz this here gone end friendships

You have just awoken a beast

That′s bad timing

Telling people you rap better

Bitch quite lying

I didn't even write this part

I′m free styling

Until we hear sirens

My whole team is firing

I picked up your slack

When you needed help writing

You needed producers

I made you their client

They don't show you love in your hood

Till I′m with you

But bro just relax and don't start

Acting violent

I know how you act nigga

I'ma keep it a stack with ya,

When I left town and there was no one round

Ya friends fell back now your circle slimmer

Lets go round for round

Number 1 contender

Your heart in the blender

I am no pretender

I′m the don and you see it

Martyr so I′ll be it

Fuck a gang member

I don't surrender

Beefing since November

I still haven′t lost

Your expired juice

Bitch I got the sauce

You can gasp for air

I still haven't paused

Nigga suck my dick

Hold up homie pause

I just herd your diss

Talking bout my dick

Keep it out ya jaw

People hear you talk

Shut ya dick sucker

Okay bitch bark

Anybody looking

Beat you after dark

Stop ya fucking crying

Someone called the law

Now you safe stupid

No worries at all

You had just got bodied

They say I′m involved

Nigga you just lost

Look at what it caused

Oh you must be lost

Hang em by a cross

Hang that by a noose

Watch him as he falls

Category 5

Sorry for your loss

Sin without a cause

I'm trying to explain

You must be sick in the brain

Thinking that I could be tamed

I treat authority like its a game

When I open up I′ma speak about pain

I'm sorry that things ain't the same

But if I′m on ya blocka with that pocket rocket I′m a cock it back aim

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

I cant believe you say you better

I'm under the weather

Rainy days with no umbrella

Actin tough like Bruce Banner

But you more like Caitlin Jenner

Let′s agree to disagree

Your career is on the stretcher

Child of Ogun I thank the lord that I've been blessed

Try and shoot ya shot

But make sure this time its your best

And stop aiming for my heart

Nigga I still wear a vest and

You cannot contest the living don put you to rest

I′ll chew you up and spit you out

Your temper tantrum cry n pout

That makes you win huh Mr.Sin

Go spit them feelings out ya mouth

I'm sick like snot up out ya snout

You mention me you chasin′ clout

Now who gone win Rabz or Sin

Now clear ya thoughts whats this about

You lyrically could never reach

And I'm on top and you're beneath

We got in a argument

And your pride wont except defeat

Your punch ins way too obvious

Pay an engineer your cheap

Your music gets no play

Mine is in those cars like gasoline

Now you′re fucked

No Vaseline

You don′t believe me ask ya team

Bié shuōle

What a beautiful funeral

What a beautiful funeral

What a beautiful funeral

What a beautiful funeral

What a beautiful funeral