Sunny Days

Yeah

Look

Ay, barely any real rap left in the game

I'm coming for the heads of the best in the chain

I demolish that path and the rest of the lane

Up on the mic, I'm arrestin' that flame

Too many tools from the chest to detain

Take em up high, put the rest in a plane

Too many rules, so the flesh is a pain

I'm diffusing the fuse, on the vest, a grenade

Chew on the bones, I'm a dog like a dane

Hold my seat, I detest the disdain