[Verse 1: Akin]
Ayyo, I'm chillin’ in my b-boy stance—stage of 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 Garveyism
My Channel stay Live and we spark "Mad Izm"
People no joke. My song strong like a soul folk
While 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: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna 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, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway
[Verse 2: Akin]
I abuse words to vocalize
My life's trife but I mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot
Yo, my grammar shot—it leaves scars
Weak stars flee to Mars. They can't cope
I stay afloat like my name was [“Elián’s tow?”]
What y’all expect 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 can't miss—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 the verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
[Hook: Akin]
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna 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, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway
Ayyo, I'm chillin’ in my b-boy stance—stage of 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 Garveyism
My Channel stay Live and we spark "Mad Izm"
People no joke. My song strong like a soul folk
While 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
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna 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, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway
I abuse words to vocalize
My life's trife but I mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot
Yo, my grammar shot—it leaves scars
Weak stars flee to Mars. They can't cope
I stay afloat like my name was [“Elián’s tow?”]
What y’all expect 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 can't miss—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 the verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece, tryna 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, tryna find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way
But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway
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