WYNWOOD

[Chorus]:
2019, the way I come up
I started from the bottom like I'm Drake, don’t gotta burn up
No ice on my wrist 'cause that's stupid
Or maybe 'cause I'm broke and can't afford it
I ain't lying to my people, gotta take 'em down to Wynwood

[Verse 1]:
Show 'em all the beetles
They ain't reckon with my forces till I show 'em all the evil
Buddy take the weapon and then show it to the people
But what's funny is he scared to use it
Fear take over, we abuse it
I ain't take the monologue
Narrating other rappers, funny now they all appalled
Million dollar Tylenol
Drink it till your liver sawed
Some of y'all kids stupid, we can tell your parents not involved
I ain't trynna diss on y'all
I'm just trynna break it down
Tell y'all now before somebody check y'all face
Y'all hear it now, from the Antone now
Man, y'all hear the sound
I take the normal rap game and flip it around
Now paparazzi screaming, I ain't pissed, just not used to the sound
Just not used to the
Yeah, just not used to the sound
I ain't doin' it, just wanna make my parents proud
(I ain't used to the sound, I ain't used to the sound)
Used to the sound
I ain't doin' it, just wanna make my parents proud

[Chorus]:
2019, the way I come up
I started from the bottom like I'm Drake, don’t gotta burn up No ice on my wrist 'cause that's stupid
Or maybe 'cause I'm broke and can't afford it
I ain't lying to my people, gotta take 'em down to Wynwood
2019, the way I come up
I started from the bottom like I'm Drake, don’t gotta burn up No ice on my wrist 'cause that's stupid
Or maybe 'cause I'm broke and can't afford it
I ain't lying to my people, gotta take 'em down to Wynwood

[Verse 2]:
Yo, jumpin' inside
Rappers gon' run to demise Keep on, we kickin' they eyes
Look to the sky
People gon' try, 65
Got 'em all lost like a maze
See what she say
He wanna take it from me Wanna run to the streets
But the boy on some limited pay He on the road
Gotta kick up a day
He on the road, gotta
Time change
Time change, hit onto my way for a mainframe hit Mainframe hit
Tell all I'm crazy, the man can't hit
Hit on my baby, you know that's it
I'm in the game with the bane, hate this, bait rate this Claim snake

[Verse 3]:
Take em back to 85th
Said it then I mean it I ain’t never been apologist
Never been a liar fairy tails to me do not exist
See my name in stars and northern lights like an astrologist Hear I’m well regarded from ya bottom chick to colleges
Way I’m under skin you coulda swore I’m an oncologist Nightmare to hair stylist’s’s I wear it wild
Up in pitch count them foul looks just make me wear it proud Probably flipped the bat in many cases players woulda bowed I’m anxious I could air a crowd
Don't take too much to get me riled
I’ll squabble they ain’t CJ Stroud
Free thinker I ain’t need yo crowd (fucka)
Prolly need mine
Get a whiff of the swag and they bee line
For a chance at some money they feline
Man I sign off I don’t resign
Till I T off and its Tee time
I’m a Bad man ion need Shyne
One gold chain bad design
But I wear it well
No man can judge me on my libra scale
4 years removed and still they couldn’t tell

[Chorus]:
2019, the way I come up
I started from the bottom like I'm Drake, don’t gotta burn up
No ice on my wrist 'cause that's stupid
Or maybe 'cause I'm broke and can't afford it
I ain't lying to my people, gotta take 'em down to Wynwood
2019, the way I come up
I started from the bottom like I'm Drake, don’t gotta burn up No ice on my wrist 'cause that's stupid
Or maybe 'cause I'm broke and can't afford it
I ain't lying to my people, gotta take 'em down to Wynwood

[Outro]:
(Wynwood)