Plymouth

Hi there its Dyl You can't fuck with my style However that doesn't mean that you won't try to mimic it still Scratch that I got too many of them Anyway I think that most of y'all are a bunch of idiots addicted to pills What's up to all of you dumb pitiful fuck ups Your music still sounds like shit and you dress like Critical Bill Y'all are all cut from the same cloth of failure Money ain't a thing I'll even buy all of your drugs tonight if it means it'll kill ya I woke up today pissed as fuck like FMBMs Dropping many suckers till the murder rate starts picking up Change it and rearrange it Unhook it and flip it the fuck over Then hit you up for all the keys and break both of your shoulders If theres any difference between me and you It's all the desperate destitute choices and actions i see you do Back to me, R to the O, Z to the Z I dont fuck with anyone but a chosen few as you can see I got Drew with me, me and Drew from Tampa hit the cornerstone festival making moves happen, handing out pamphlets Fuck anybody who study my outlandish actions and try to refine it to an accessible industry standard