Hi there its Dyl
You can't f** 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 f** ups
Your music still sounds like sh** 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 d** tonight if it means it'll k** ya
I woke up today pissed as f** like FMBMs
Dropping many s**ers till the murder rate starts picking up
Change it and rearrange it
Unhook it and flip it the f** 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 f** 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
f** anybody who study my outlandish actions and try to refine it to an accessible industry standard