Control Your Emotions

[Intro]
Control your emotions, son (TFN SZN)
Easy, easy, easy
Yeah! (Mash are you ready’)

[Verse 1: A-Reece, KRI$H, FLVME ]
Look, unfortunately hype can only get you this far
Unfortunately that’s how I describe your catalogue
They drop three and claim OG status, I’m working on my fourth
The first three have been considered flawless
Top charts without a major sponsor
This that talk that make your favorite nauseous
Yeah I listen when they making offers
But I ain’t the compromising type of artist
It’s different shit I get myself involved in
So I just cannot be where all of y’all is
Decline invites, the studio my office
Never had to dress up for a Vuzu red carpet
I’m unbothered, we don’t cater for a common market
You can’t hang, you not gang
Cut off is rope and harness
My piece of the bargain is the largest
That makes me a target
(And it’s real. Louder!)
Yeah yeah y: Krish]
Yeah yeah yeah
Tell your favourites they ain’t nothing
I ain’t come here to be boxed-in
Every move calculated, roll a red carpet
Couldn’t fathom all these niggas' move, ’till today it's shocking
They don’t live their lyrics, shit it’s sad them niggas bluffing
I ain’t here to get along, niggas fake
I’m here to run for years long, winning straight
Ain’t no crew in this country flaming as T-Dub-C
Even took my time to look around and I ain’t see a thing
Hope they ain’t scared to show themselves
If that is the reason they should quit it
’Cause we came more than prepared to show them hell
They dreading on the real
Only if we in it they don’t get it we in form
Factually moving parallel shit
Krish on the MIC, never second guess him
It’s a message to these half-ass rappers, I hope they prepping
They don’t understand it
For them it could be tragic
They bow we always said it and later on we wreck it

[Verse 3 : IMP THA DON ]
Uh-uh don't do it, nigga
Don't kid yourself, did this shit with purpose
Did this shit to hurt 'em
Got no time for verbal
They don't want a verse 'cause with verses I'ma hearse 'em
Like the reaper I be lurkin' then I clean 'em out, detergent
Niggas leave the city, they don't fuck with it like virgins
The city at my service, these lil' niggas got me nervous
I'm way higher than the bird is, yeah
And I'm buzzing like it's urgent
And I'm buzzing like it's urgent nigga
Put a dub in the sky if you fuckin' with us
Kiss your girl goodbye 'cause she coming with us
She wanna be seen with the hottest niggas
H1 move in, we bumpin' our music
Unheard new shit, she askin' "Who this?"
This tune is, turn a lil' mama to a nuisance
She litty off a few drinks, yeah
Don't you let that type of shit get in your way
It's like letting vultures eat away your plate
If you lose the focus niggas take your place
That's why you find me in the stu' when you giving hate

[Verse 4 : Wordz]
I'ma tell it how it is, this is real life
Get it how you live, never think twice
Friends might stab you in the back with your own knife
You gon' get what you give on the flip side
I met a young queen in college, her dream was to model
Pressure from the books got her hooked on the bottle
Flip side it got me hooked on the demo
Got me locked in, in a room with my shadows
You know I'm back, you feel in your spinal
Lyrical rituals you think I gone tribal
Fortunately all this music got me this far
You claim real, you just sold your soul to Pixar
These animations is killing nations I like to call
All o' y'all are hype artists 'cause your work pixelated