Lyrics: Sultan Batyshev
Music: Nikita Kutsenko
Ima spit on it easy
Any riddim, just give me a reason
Any season, in best condion
9/5 that's a rasclart regime
Look
I'm a 365er, deep night writer
Name in cypher
Mics igniter, flames get higher
Set shit on fire, flow get tighter
Man chasin' risk, they stuck in balance
Youngers fake dissin', have no manners
Talk too much but their moves ain't valid
Step in the ring, get dropped like ballast
Haaa
What's wrong with me now?
They need vibes?
But i'm back with a chaos
They need summer bangers
After bangers
After bangers
After bangers
Got my own thing based on talent
2 years i spent on silence
My killy said, bro go viral
Cah fake drillers still make me smiling
Drip lit, but rhymes all mindless
Drill keeps me stay defiant
Gon' clash dem, not being a titan
Big shots, nah lyrical violence
Ima give ya 64, 32
16 or 8 bars too
I don't need no tags like you
Whole lotta adlibs, shame on you
Flow ain't sick, it's overdue
Dissin' my crew?
There's noin to prove
Quick bad verse, when i'm in the stu
Back in the biz to break the rules
Don't lie, cah i know yall miss me
Back to da lab, flow get frisky
16, one min, shit crispy
If i'll say the truth, blacklisted
Of course i'm the next one
Tings done, she told it's the best one
No pause, no breaks, no rest, son
I'll keep doin' it, sorry, don't text none
Don't lie, cah i know yall miss me
Back to da lab, flow get frisky
16, one min, shit crispy
If i'll say the truth, blacklisted
Of course i'm the next one
Tings done, she told it's the best one
No pause, no breaks, no rest, son
I'll keep doin' it, sorry, don't text none