FREEFORM

Shoutout to Mystic

I got 'em moving in tandem, we always on the advancement

Talk to us wrong, I spread through your boots like cancer

Confidence in the chaos, calmness through the brainwash

Q and Mystic stir this beat like goulash

My frequencies enhance its wave file

Pro Tools sweating off the freestyle

Blunts get to burning, heavy hands when we pouring

Speak to the mic like we was brawling

Ghetto symphonies played with East Coast aggression

Bars so sharp, they be cutting through dimensions

Make you rappers choke up and tap from submission

My phone buzzing, it's your girl calling

Break her back all night, then a swift Uber in the morning

Shadowboxing with the Reaper, hear the echoes of the pain

Every scar tell a story, every loss bе the gain

****, steel sharpens steel, my mind stay a dеadly weapon

The Picasso of rap, I'm crafting art with intention

I find more purpose with each progression

Getting lost in life lessons

I don't walk with a crew, my strength stands alone

Every stone thrown became bricks to my throne

Out here on mountains, smoking Alaskan homegrown

.907 Leave your mind blown, cold streets where the demons roam

Eight months of ice, frozen down to my fucking bones

Damn, making money, building wealth still my main goal

The train won't stop until I'm rich like Jeff Bezos

Rage on the mind, destructive thoughts that are fatal

Prescriptions numb the mind, can't be stuck on wasted time

So I start writing, the pen stay igniting

Spit nothing but malicious lightning

Most these boys pussies 'cause they lead fear, frightened

Wring the devil's neck just to feel enlightened

My Backwoods and rifles stay Russian

Diabolical with the rhymes, a demon considered divine

Make they life resign, outwork ****

They waiting for the stars to realign

I'm built different in design, king rising to his prime

Stomp 'em out with Nike boots if they plotting and in cahoots

Classy but primal, take her out then

Fuck her throat while she blindfold

.500 Mag leave your body looking bulldozed

Walk in your hood, spit in your face, and leave you dethroned

Blunts get to burning, heavy hands when we pouring

Walk in your hood, spit in your face, and leave you dethroned