Testo Reverie

My mind is empty
Free form
My style frenzy
6 feet lie
My enemy die plenty
Tires puff up on my 6
They just trendy
Follow my Page 1 Like the Bible
Or Quran

Maniacal mind
Bars cold, cryogenic
I ain’t egotistical
I’m Miles-centric

All my friends working for the man
This my apprenticeship
Mind numbing dissociative lives
I ain’t a fan of it
Ferocious antics
Y’all music to me sound ambient
Hit me up
Murder a feature they call an ambulance
Hit me up
1v1 sleep em while popping Ambien
Bantering
Drinking whisky like water to an Atlantian

Got no nemеses
Coz my enemiеs all a fan of me
Follow close on my socials
All hopeful I hit a canopy
Soul uplifting
I merrily take the lows in my stride
Often kick it with Jesus, he like the way that I vibe

While I’m up in the clouds
Rappers tryna get high
After we meet in person
My haters don’t even try

I just wanna spread love for life
Whether tough or pride
Give it all to the world floor
Let the people cry

Rappers busy lurking
Tryna mess with all my circuits
Reconnect and see me working
While they fuckin with they style
Coz they see me like I’m cursing
Every seeker of the purses
When I’m really just a learned
Son of Yasiin Bey, I found
Paper towels
Make for shallow
Raps
Cook em with some tallow fats
Sear em when I’m speaking
Drop some water in that’s how I spat
Hot as hell how I attack
Immaculate like hourglass
Figures
Make you cower, mad
Bitches
Acting sour strapped

You can see me slow up
You can see me slow down
You can see me vibe, know I’m keeping it right though
All year round

Even if my life short
Even without no sound
I’ma keep on flying, flying
Flying, flying
Till I fall down

I’ma motherfucking
Antithesis
Of any bitches
Sisyphus
Coz I’m rolling these
Stones
Up the precipice
Icarus
Listen
I kiss the
Sun ichor
Drinking they blood
My chrysalis
Transition
From a pawn to king is what I been living
Imprisonment
My experience
Mind distorted
Deteriorating
Very patient
So I face my demons
Beat em
Send em
Back and
Don’t appease em
I won’t
Lie
Lose myself to greed if I don’t try
So I keep myself on trial

Why you always messing wit’ my head
Uh
Why we always go to sleep instead
Uh
Why you always talking ‘bout my bread
Uh
Why I always see the color red

Why am I the one who's always pressed
Take up all the anger in the room ain't nothing left
Sirens singing to me cuz they want me at my best
Taking all the energy
Make sure ain’t nothing left
You are not no kin to me I say it wit’ my chest
You are not no friend to me I shoot you in yo breast
I'ma fly high and not settle for nothing less
I'ma fly by and I'ma shoot it just like Wes
Snipes
When I'm in my zone yea that's the best
High
My niggas outside so I'ma roll
By
The boys outside tryna get
Fly
The boys outside tryna get
Fly
The boys outside tryna get fly, yeah
The boys outside tryna get fly
The boys outside tryna get fly, yeah
The boys outside tryna get fly
The boys outside tryna get fly