​plymouth

[Verse]
Hi there, it's Dyl
You can't fuck with my style
However that doesn't mean that you won't try to mimic it still
Scratch that, I got too many of 'em
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 fuckups
Your music still sounds like shit 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 drugs tonight if it means it'll kill ya
I woke up today pissed as fuck like FMB
I'm dropping many suckers 'til the murder rate starts picking up
Change it and rearrange it
Unhook it and flip it the fuck over
Then hit you up for all the keys and break both of your shoulders
If there's 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 don't fuck 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
Fuck anybody who study my outlandish actions and try to refine it to an accessible industry standard