Yeah,

Listen up, I want y’all to fuck with and listen to these lyrics

Yeah, yeah

I just, I just want people to love the music again

But if I can’t be doing that, then who will be the one with the pen?

At the end of the day, this **** has no sins

Because he promised the people, equal essence but none of them send

Holy hell, he’ll only rebel, to entitlement from a rapper to an artist, but he fell, off

Now when he spitting with his ****, all they do is scoff

At the remark, that anybody these days will rap because they lost

Everything that’s inside of they mind

From working 925, to not even going outside

They wasting time, with family, even they own life line

Don’t be coming up to me if you trying to find

I’ll mind, all of my lonesome, some will call it business

I want some answers on the phone, when **** ask “who is this?”

“His name is Kyro, he be killing tracks and y’all the witness,”

But if you don’t fuck with his visions better watch ya back, because he’s vicious

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Just find what you looking for, aye

What’s next up?