The Firsthand Discourse

Aight

How you taught to get wins, when joy was never given


Targets tight like scholars with division


Yuh,


Card in your cuff? Then I drop a menace


Built to finish


It’s risk or silence, but I ain’t lying in this sentence


Folks looking twisted now


Tryna prop up Ls like a sectional couch


Mmm,


All this lyrical ruckus, truth or just for clouting?


Frauds and fakeness surrounding


Swinging at feelings like blades in the fountains


I pick legacy over temporary shouting


You chase clicks and labels


Campaigns fed your wave
I surf solo and stack my payload


Ain’t nobody ate from your palm, coz your bread fed a payroll


Once that cake evaporate


You’ll see em folding your fables


Your cadence is basic, I’m uptown lacing it lavish


Branches reaching out like light through the plastic


Hop on the stage


Time I kill all the ways
If you catching the game


Then you get why I pay


So stay in your lane


Crash your stream cause I pack propane


Take this dose, snack like it’s gourmet


As I coat the drums while breathing in pain


And we feasting like gods in rain


Climbing trunks and chains


Still 80 deep from crushers


Only a handful test me and suffer

Pace on ten while I patch my cover


I see through ya, your mind got butter


Did I stutter


Wait, I just spat thunder


Voice burn from all the fire in the summer


Just waiting on numbers


Odd how my reach redefines the jumper


Hating is free, love stays undercover


Like, still none above the brother


Unbothered villain the way I hover