Tragic

[Verse 1] Ayo I'm tellin' them my b-boy stance Stay to the fans Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants It's funny Your nature revolves around money I wake up in the morning thank God my sky is sunny Every day is blessed With or without stress I refrain from being brain numb from smokin' cess I escape the West Somebody died October 1st My grandmother spoke to me Now I control the worst I got a bolder verse I'm sick of battlin' I'm travelin' beyond this Who wants this revolutionary conquest I bless Garvey-ism My channel stay live And we spark madism People no joke My song strong like a soul folk Why you go broke Hold your ice The rap poltergeist Here to bring colder nights People wake up Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up [Hook] We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta way But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta way But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away [Verse 2] I abuse words to vocalize My life's trife but I mobilize Like 12 knights of Camelot Yo, my grammar shot it leaves scars Weak stars Flee to Mars Then can't cope I stay afloat Like my name is Elian's tote Which I respect though I'm far from the every day These rap cats out to find dope in every way I'm hot and raw I'm too professional I'm like canvas I knock 'em all Yo, why brawl when I'm already king? That's not logic I'd rather maintain I spit flame for profit I lust war So of course I'm all in it I'm not Master P But a soldier with no limit My soul's tinted So why n' I make sure the beast can't see Akin When it's time for the war Look I'm the worst I curse your verse that made your star burst Caution is first when I spit and rehearse [Hook] We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away