PSN

Ain’t no high road this is FlyLo shit, y’all need some typos fixed

Yall can produce but dudes can’t write no scripts

I post up and watch em all, I guess I’m like Jokic

Dime a dozen rappers yapping saying I’m so rich

Yall look crazy tryna write those hits and chasing viral clips

I make the Malice face and eye roll quick

I’m on fire contemplating, bumping Mike’s old shit

It inspired me to rise like Kobe Bry 06

I was almost on some Iroh shit, I lost my fire so swift

I nearly split like Johnny Nitro’s chick

Cuz sometimes it seems like hard work and hype don’t mix

Why keep grinding in the gym over some dice roll shit?

But just cuz I ain’t MJ don’t mean some Nikes won’t fit

So this is for thе champions who got their titles stripped

Thosе who don’t dream might see your goals as psychosis

But keep your eyes closed and write the most insightful scripts

I had my back against the wall just like some Hieroglyphs

I was scrambling they hoped that I would spiral quick

But I got up off the wall, I’m on some

Michael shit

Now they’re on B’s side like when the vinyl flips

Im’ll write until my final kick, long as the time go tic

PS, y’all crash I’m on my Spyro shit