Tyson (freestyle) Lyrics

Time go by like a gun shot

My prime shine like a Stephen curry jump shot

And when I spit 16, and show them my routine I hit them in between the head, one shot

Tired of this roleplay,

Gloved up like gloved up OJ

The suns up to fuck up the game in his own way

Nowadays, I feel like it's fake drill and fake pills

And fake grills, (for real)

These Rappers who knows if they may kill

Prolly not

They mob in 3s or more just like a polygon

Like what's the reason for all that your dwelling on

Got 100 G's and bought yourself a cotton on

Black jacket ,King of the scene, I'm a beast, feast on you Jack rabbits

The math patterns of rap

The Asian Marshall Mathers

I don't like to diss, but when I see bullshit

I come on tracks like this, and lash like JUSTHIS

Feel like a Mike Tyson

Fighting with all my writing

Yea they gonna tell me I'm wrong when they wanna come bite this

Flow, and God knows

The pain of the game holds

A lotta pressure, gonna stress ya but it doesn't really matter when you know

That your the greatest

Make way for all the haters

They can't tell a alpha so they might as well be betas

Time go by like a gun shot

My prime shine like a Stephen curry jump shot

And when I spit 16, and show them my routine I hit them in between the head, one shot

Tired of this roleplay,

Gloved up like gloved up OJ

The suns up to fuck up the game in his own way

Nowadays, I feel like it's fake drill and fake pills

And fake grills, (for real)

These Rappers who knows if they may kill