The name is Sika

Straight out of Deva

I have the habit of lacking out on charisma

I'm always proper

Give me a doctor

Cause I'm the oxymoron of claiming an action

I bring that new school with odd tools made to bring that strange groove

Those who have the purpose of fucking up on my aptitude true

What s my aim in the booth

Harbor life in the booth

Nothing more but hate and passion in the mix with some booze

Young mc who MIC

Slam the ones who claim they be the great MC

Mom on the mic the KING

Your ABC of hip hop schemes are so fragile

Anyhow I'm representing anyone on my dome

The one who bump on CL Smooth bop on a joint

With my mind on my money in the midst of what I do I got to keep it fucking real until the day that I die

Got to go

On a ride

Got to go

On a vibe

Got to ride

On this track

Got a stack

On the back

But I rep

For the cats

That are living the life of the trap

But I m living a fact where the homies are getting away from a **** that raps

But I glow

And shine

But I'm old

Got to shine

To divine

When I rhyme

Gets inclined

In my mind

So I dine

With a style

That is mine

That's a dime

That's a mine

Full of gold

Got to grind

All the time

Living the fact that we breaking your back

So we live in the trap and we been In the trap

With a hand in a back got to sick in and sack

With a capital crack when a bone got to snap

And I came with a record that made you say hack

As I'm running up fate I'm a state of attack

But i pull up and down with a hand full of jack

And I'm ready to pick up I'm bringing it back

Came up from nothing I came up from buzzing to miggidy miggidy check

Rapping and rapping to get in the melody

Got up the miggidy miggidy best

All of my **** they know that they grabbing a goal

Up in the road

Out of control

Got to get better then ever we pull up in heaven to pull up we show this devotion