Byron Juane, nobigdyl. - SZN lyrics
[Byron Juane, nobigdyl. - SZN lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, I don't even nah, I'ma just
Poetics bring the drums in
Throw it like Brady (Like Brady)
Spirit on me, you can’t hate me
Know that I’m contemplating
I got a new persuasion and she bad and Asian
And she call me first i had to know my worth
I had to kill the snakes
I had to pray to God
That I ain’t lose myself had to pray God
That I ain’t lose control had to pray to God
For my own soul
I'ma black man, black man king (Ayy)
With a black car, with black seats
Ayy, with a black squad that
Own their own masters we ain’t house rapping
Copped a new Chevy with a key start
We ain’t Maybach had to boss up
I got that bag on me
I’m my own backing (My own backing)
Back to the jump
Back to the back of the trunk
I've just spent eighty today
Text her that I’m on the way
Schedule got freed up today
Usually eighty meetings
Eighteen plated on me
Soul been glowin' easy
I got things to water
Ain’t it growing season? Who you know
That never falls though any season?
(Brrp, brrp) any reason
Yeah, man, it's your boy lil Dyllie, man
indie tribe save lives 931, 615
Dyllie, yeah
Grind hard, I might pop-shovel (Pop)
Wrappin' your mom in pops level (Pops)
Bands on, like I'm pop-punk
They pipe down when we pop up
(Dinner's ready, better wash up)
Yeah, you like pie inside my home
I'm fightin' giants in my dome (Whew)
I told Goliath "I got five stones"
(Whew, whew) rIP to my lack of peace
All my fears, they've done passed away
Indie folks like: "Feel my way"
I just (Chop, chop, chop) that's anime
I pay my dues just like Annie May
'Till my family stay on expensive lay
(Whoa, whoa)
'Till Kingdom come and my Daddy lay
Waste to all His foes (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Like the Atlanta Braves when
They had Chipper Jones
I know my fans amaze at how
Sleepy playlists get when I drop
They want codeine that's mixed with pop
(Pop)
Indie tribe we make dinners rock (We do)
Rap now like Kidz Bop (Kidz Bop)
All about your wristwatch (Wristwatch)
Fake dreads and face tats on
Stage screamin' like Chris Rock (Man)
Love all my peers, but I am finna be honest
(Finna be honest)
You'll disappear if you are
Missing a conscience
Yeah, sword of the spirit
That's my infinity gauntlet
Yeah, sword of the spirit
That's my infinity gauntlet dyllie (Dyllie)
Two (Two)
Poetics bring the drums in
Throw it like Brady (Like Brady)
Spirit on me, you can’t hate me
Know that I’m contemplating
I got a new persuasion and she bad and Asian
And she call me first i had to know my worth
I had to kill the snakes
I had to pray to God
That I ain’t lose myself had to pray God
That I ain’t lose control had to pray to God
For my own soul
I'ma black man, black man king (Ayy)
With a black car, with black seats
Ayy, with a black squad that
Own their own masters we ain’t house rapping
Copped a new Chevy with a key start
We ain’t Maybach had to boss up
I got that bag on me
I’m my own backing (My own backing)
Back to the jump
Back to the back of the trunk
I've just spent eighty today
Text her that I’m on the way
Schedule got freed up today
Usually eighty meetings
Eighteen plated on me
Soul been glowin' easy
I got things to water
Ain’t it growing season? Who you know
That never falls though any season?
(Brrp, brrp) any reason
Yeah, man, it's your boy lil Dyllie, man
indie tribe save lives 931, 615
Dyllie, yeah
Grind hard, I might pop-shovel (Pop)
Wrappin' your mom in pops level (Pops)
Bands on, like I'm pop-punk
They pipe down when we pop up
(Dinner's ready, better wash up)
Yeah, you like pie inside my home
I'm fightin' giants in my dome (Whew)
I told Goliath "I got five stones"
(Whew, whew) rIP to my lack of peace
All my fears, they've done passed away
Indie folks like: "Feel my way"
I just (Chop, chop, chop) that's anime
I pay my dues just like Annie May
'Till my family stay on expensive lay
(Whoa, whoa)
'Till Kingdom come and my Daddy lay
Waste to all His foes (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Like the Atlanta Braves when
They had Chipper Jones
I know my fans amaze at how
Sleepy playlists get when I drop
They want codeine that's mixed with pop
(Pop)
Indie tribe we make dinners rock (We do)
Rap now like Kidz Bop (Kidz Bop)
All about your wristwatch (Wristwatch)
Fake dreads and face tats on
Stage screamin' like Chris Rock (Man)
Love all my peers, but I am finna be honest
(Finna be honest)
You'll disappear if you are
Missing a conscience
Yeah, sword of the spirit
That's my infinity gauntlet
Yeah, sword of the spirit
That's my infinity gauntlet dyllie (Dyllie)
Two (Two)