CYNE - Tragic lyrics

Ayyo i’m chilling in my b-boy stance
Stage of the fans
Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants
It’s funny your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning
Thank God my sky is sunny
Every day is blessed with or without stress
I refrain from being brain
Numb from smoking cess
I escape the West somebody died October 1st
My grandmother spoke to me
Now I control the worst
I got a bolder verse, I’m sick of battling
I’m traveling beyond this who wants this
Revolutionary conquest? I bless Garveyism
My Channel stay Live and we spark "Mad Izm"
People no joke my song strong
Like a soul folk while you go broke
Hold your ice the rap poltergeist
Here to bring colder nights people, wake up
Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece
Trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE
We find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece
Trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway

I abuse words to vocalize my life’s trife
But
I’ll mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot
Yo my grammar’s shot
It leaves scars weak stars flee
To Mars, they can’t cope i stay afloat like
My name was Elián’s too
What’d y’all expect though
I’m far from the everyday these rap cats out
To find dope in every way i’m hot and raw
I’m too professional, I can’t miss I
Knock ‘em all yo, why
Brawl when I’m already king? That’s not logic
I’d rather maintain, I spit flame for profit
I lust war, so of course I’m all in it
I’m not Master P but a soldier with no limit
My soul’s tinted
So I and I make sure the beast
Can’t see Akin when it’s time
For the war look, i’m
The worst i cursed the verse
That made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece
Trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE
We find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece
Trying to find a better pay
It’s tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway