Tragic Lyrics & Chords By Cyne

Aye yo I'm tellin' them my b boy stance
Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants
Your nature revolves around money
I wake up in the morning thank God my sky is sunny
With or without stress
I refrain from being brain numb from smokin' cess
My grandmother spoke to me
Now I control the worst
I'm sick about it then
I'm travelin' beyond this
Who wants this revolutionary conquest
My song strong like a soul folk
The rap poltergeist here to bring colder nights
Slayed rappers in the industry need to wake up
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away
I abuse words to vocalize
My life's trife but I mobalize
Like 12 knights of Camelot
Like my name is Elian's tote
Which I respect though
I'm far from the every day
These rap cats out to find dope in every way
Yo, why brawl when I'm already king
I spit flame for profit
So of course I'm all in it
But a soldier with no limit
So why am I make sure the beast can't see your king
When it's time for the war
I curse your verse that made your star burst
Caution is first when I spit and rehearse
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find a better way
We organize, strategize for a better day
Scribe a masterpiece tryin' to find a better pay
It's tragic, people gang bang beretta way
But me and mine, the Cyne we find to get away