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Visions in the smoke, see the future in the haze,
Angels in the cut, but they masked in my rage,
Every step I take sound heavy like a stage,
Scriptures in my cup, I been sippin’ on the plague.

Bronze on my waist, call it holy artillery,
Choir in the sky, but they chantin’ out my victories,
Glow like a saint with a demon’s consistency,
Prayers don’t save you when you steppin’ in my vicinity.

Crown on my dome, but it’s cracked from the fight,
Blood on the marble lookin’ blessed in the light,
Saints with the drums turn the block into rites,
Heaven got a gate, but I’m posted outside.

Lean in my chalice, revelations in my sip,
Gospel in the beat, every kick is like a hymn,
Ops fall silent when the prophecy is grim,
I’m the angel with a blade, let the choir sing of sin.

sin [p. clvr]

They say Playboi Carti died once. He disappeared, and when he came back, he wasnt the same. The voice was different, darker. He was no longer dropping songs, it was more like dropping spells. The ad-libs, they were like whispers from a different world. His fans?? No longer fans. Now followers, Screaming the lyrics like literal scripture. They say Carti sold his soul, and the truth, is maybe he did.

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