can I really do this can I prove that I’m ruthless
Not fall for anything but stand for everything
With this rapping
feel like the captain, don’t wanna capsize
Can’t let that happen
Can my words curve new thoughts
Do they deserve a spot in your mind
At the top to the point were you cry
In that realisation this is me craving
A fantasy am I’m sat waiting
Like a doctor I’m sat patient
Zero to a hundred real quick coming with that real shit
That g shit we aint nutting to play with
See fucking with a b cs trine make the 1 2 3s
tyrna wrecks guy tryna reach the sky
Tryna get wives tryna perfect rhyme
Come with big bars and big syllables tyrna get cars and all the materials I’m am a big star yes I’m a miracle yes all wreck yah on the the digital yes I’m professor wit the syllable yus have met a biggar lyrical individual criminal win in all subliminal hitting y’all
You fucking get it you fucking pathetic
Man down when I spit it get the medic
Y’all drown when I spit get the raft
Perfecting my craft breaking a laugh wrecking ya lass sitting in back sitting I laugh
When I’m writing this shit
I make it so realistic
There just strawberry thoughts random as fuck
But in the back right back in the back of my mind
Theres a vision but I never had it from a time
From long ago growing up
This rapping is trapping my existing every instance I try to leave
She like no bro come back Lydis
Y’all dreams y’all want to witness
Don’t you want this
Do I want this
Do I want this
So my aim to sick I came on your chick
Your dame she so thick my game it will rip
Your lane I will shit on your team I am lit
I am fiend for the the lit the English brit
I extinguish quick
