[Verse 1]
Verbal combat, giving every song crack
Swing em beats to eat, sheesh you know I'm on that
Since I started spittin heads were spinning like a Landr-mat
I ain't make it solo, Kayz and Thovo got the bomb bap
In the back, so I gotta give respect, though
I'm bout to blow up, like mixing diet coke with mentos
I'm on another plane, like I'm jetting to the west coast
Working extreme, I ain't scared to let the sweat show
Echo, I bet your hometown will love me
I'm tryna set goals and get the gold crown above me
And as far as living off just the rap money
I'm taking that step by step like pat Duffy
But I'm getting to it, yeah believe me I'm reaching close
On the surface, but I'm feeling like a sinking boat
Tryna stay afloat, stay afloat, stay relevant to quote
And once that day comes we can eloquently toast
[Hook]
Like we made it out to Berlin, out to Berlin (X2)
And while we had fear cause the terms were uncertain
We look back, lift gla**, now we have a purpose
[Verse 2]
Light a match stick, I'm ignited, You have to be excited
And I guess I blame my psyche For every masterpiece I'm writing
Like these words are unbreakable, messages relatable
Got my own style, with no image that's at stake to hold
So I don't have a problem doing me fam
I'm your plain man, college student with a b plan
Study til I sob, cause I do it too frequent
Kick back, pop a few cans on the weekend
And shout out to family at verbal mayhem, we
Wreck microphones, need to keep our demand seen
Keep em on their toes, got the audience dancing
Need to expose all this audio frantic--
--ly, this is a trantrum, damn I'm screaming to skies
I realize, every artist needs his disguise
Seems wise, but maybe I'm just caught inside the whirlwind
Sights of sipping champagne in Berlin
[Hook]