Cyne - Tragic lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] Ayyo, I'm chillin' in my b-boy stance—stage of the fans Infatuated with ice and parachute gold pants It's funny—your nature revolves around money I wake up in the morning, thank God my sky is sunny Every day is blessed. With or without stress I refrain from being brain numb from smokin' cess I escape the West. Somebody died October 1st My grandmother spoke to me—now I control the worst I got a bolder verse. I'm sick of battlin' I'm travelin' beyond this. Who wants this Revolutionary conquest? I bless Garveyism My Channel stay Live and we spark "Mad Izm" People no joke. My song strong like a soul folk While you go broke, hold your ice. The rap poltergeist Here to bring colder nights. People wake up Slave rappers in the industry need to wake up [Hook: Akin] We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way But me and mine the CYNE—we find a better way We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway [Verse 2: Akin] I abuse words to vocalize My life's trife but I mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot Yo, my grammar shot—it leaves scars Weak stars flee to Mars. They can't cope I stay afloat like my name was [“Elián's tow?”] What y'all expect though? I'm far from the every day These rap cats out to find dope in every way. I'm hot and raw I'm too professional, I can't miss—I knock 'em all Yo, why brawl when I'm already king? That's not logic I'd rather maintain—I spit flame for profit I lust war, so of course I'm all in it I'm not Master P but a soldier with no limit My soul's tinted. So [why n' I?] make sure the beast Can't see Akin when it's time for the war Look, I'm the worst. I curse the verse that made your star burst Caution is first when I spit and rehearse [Hook: Akin] We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way But me and mine the CYNE—we find a better way We organize, strategize for a better day Scribe a masterpiece, tryna find a better pay It's tragic, people gang bang Beretta-way But me and mine the CYNE—we find a getaway