Cyne - Divides lyrics

[Verse 1 – Akin] Y'all know it's late night booty calls Some fake titty brawls I call against some petty arse That's my life, applaud the flaws of a golden art Now I'm a ACR charging the [Benatars?] With crimes of pa**ion, laughing, blasting that good music That's no "E-40" G4L is up "Medium cool" too was roaming the earthlight The music died with the fiend with the crack pipe [A city now?], right? f** that! I'm on the job Drew blood, sweat, teardrop that clot out tomorrow—until tomorrow Then I'm back, back to put the "Ville" up on the map Hoping CYNE could really last long but then "gorilla" blast a cla**ic Two-world surround me, my tongue held for bounty ‘Cause I speak that Jupiter rap—you can't ground me Watch Akin fly—scarred broken wing, do my thing high Angel on my mic. Not religious, though I've seen God- avenge me Father on a chariot amend me I'm limelight commodity, escaping the fame Delusional, got grand y'all Guess what I'm sayin' is the Gulf between us Me and them, both dance for him The blue-eyed rapist, sabers we breathin' in [Hook – ?] The great divide I'm caught inside all the hype and will I survive? Well I'mma try, I'mma die to come back alive Where preachers lie, claiming lives, pistol-whipping wives We fraternizin' divides, y'all, the great divide The great divide, the great divide The great divide. I'm caught inside all the hype and will I survive? Well I'mma try, I'mma die [?] hurt [Verse 2 – Akin] The night electric when she move Las Vegas to my move, you I dedicate this tune Hopeless romantic blues lady in my software Computer love, yeah. What's that tatted on your arm? Come into my space, embrace idiot savant I'm curious to chomp her that I'd travel thousand miles To play the fool, play it cool, play to see you smile That's kind of cheesy right? f** that! I'm being real Message sent to her that I feel Forever young, dumb, we can't time k** But still sprung, wrung, speak, can't rhyme, chill. Or rather build And not destroy. Girl, come kiss Take me by the hand, show this man joy I know it's price tags. From me to you, night jetlag Borders. What is true? I'm steadfast Right there, in the blink of an I care I click “Buy” on Priceline, I'm there The Gulf between us. You and I both need to fly Experience like this priceless—hope you reply