Cyclone - Realest Living Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyclone] Spitting bars like a Milky Way got thrown up But there's nothing sweet about the way I flow, bruh I am k**ing em, swag on a million Intelligent flow but the fans be getting dumb When the beat drop you know I rhyme so hard Tryna be a champ like the St. Louis Cards Play my part I'm apart from the other lames bars None of the stars are too far when I start Flowing in the booth, dimes come, no toll Being recognized as a legend is my goal So I flow, this is me, watch me go In on this beat, maybe it'll make me known But if not, I'll still live fabulous Loso My style free like Los Tryna make it big but this ain't the East Coast And it ain't the south side and it ain't the West Coast Man when I flow it is just Cyclone Realest Living