(Intro – Whispered, haunting)
Yeah...
You ain't even see it comin', huh?
Sin got a price... You ready to pay that?
(Verse 1 – Aggressive, staccato flow)
Move in the dark, ain't checkin' the step,
Think you immune, but the reaper in debt.
Stackin' up bodies, they spirits in chains,
Laugh at the fall, then you cry at the flames.
You talk like the pain ain't real—stop lyin'.
Say you got time? Clock tickin’, no buy-in.
Dancin’ with demons, you think they yo’ friends?
Look in they eyes—tell me where that end?
(Ayy)
You want the high, don’t care for the crash?
Till you wake up with a mark and a tag?
Blood on the road, but you paved it wit’ laughs—
Didn’t nobody tell you that sin double back?
(Pre-Chorus – Cold, eerie melody)
Ooh, you playin’ wit’ life like it’s sweet,
Like you don’t see the dirt at your feet.
Ooh, you boast ‘bout the things that you do,
Till them demons come lookin’ for you.
(Chorus – Haunting, chant-like delivery)
Price on ya head—yeah, you payin' in blood.
(Drip, drip—now it’s fillin’ the flood.)
Sin ain't a flex when it take what it want.
(Grim reaper don’t talk, he just pull when it’s done.)
Price on ya head—yeah, you ready to pay?
(Every move that you make got a debt on the way.)
Bet you ain’t think that the weight would stay.
(Now the sins of the father get passed to the grave.)
(Verse 2 – Relentless, menacing flow)
Hollow the soul, you just numb to the feelin’.
Chasin’ a thrill, but it’s straight to the ceilin’.
Every indulgence be buildin’ a prison,
Now you in chains, but you act like you winnin’.
(What?)
You don’t even own yo’ soul,
Sold it for a moment, that moment got cold.
Now the hand that fed you want back what it loaned,
Tell me, lil’ homie, where you finna go?
(Ayy)
Bet you ain’t think sin cut like this,
Bet you ain’t know it don’t grant no wish.
Bet you ain’t see it was death on the lips,
Take one sip, now you locked in abyss.
(Bridge – Slowed, eerie vocal switch-up)
Yeah… you was too bold.
Didn’t nobody tell you that the game too cold?
Didn’t nobody tell you that the devil don’t fold?
Every move got a cost, and it’s takin’ yo’ soul.
(Outro – Whispered, eerie fade-out)
Yeah…
That "little sin" ain't so little now, huh?
Check the price tag…
You ready to pay?
Sabbatone
