STIX (CHOPPED & SCREWED)

Dyllie I came from the stix yeah

All I been making is hits yeah

I put the tape on a disk yeah

I ride this beat into orbit yeah

I feel like all of these rappers my kids

And I can't let my children be orphans yeah

Listen, that was a bar I just spit

If you're feeling offended, ignore it yeah lower

Look, I wear the socks with the Chacos

Mad 'cause I dress like apostles yeah

They prolly hated Picasso yeah

Locs hanging, like Samson

I got mmm bops like Hanson

Middle Tenn' and I'm militant

Man, I told my dog this ain't Kansas

I'm not your average lil' rapper that's cappin' on tracks

All of your tracks sound like Cat in the Hat

I prolly rap about anime, maybe Anne Hathaway, your granny say that it slap

I got the Tribe and my boys on my back

I got the cross of the Lord on my back

You steady slacking, I'm foreign to that

Wrote this at four in the morning in fact

Look, I don't got time to retweet uh

My city love me like Chief Keef, wait

My city love me like Kiki uh

Dodging coyotes like meep meep uh

None of these rappers could see me uh

2024, I'm runnin' yeah

Might make my baby my VP uh

Rest in peace to Phife Dawg

Indie tribe going tribal

I'ma shine my light dawg

Even if they cut my

Flow sick, need Lysol

Going viral off my bars

Gotta watch out for the Hulk Hogan's

Twenty-four inch pythons

Dyllie I came from the stix yeah

All I been making is hits yeah

I put the tape on a disk yeah

I ride this beat into orbit yeah

I feel like all of these rappers my kids

And I can't let my children be orphans yeah

Listen, that was a bar I just spit

If you're feeling offended, ignore it lower