UnknownProductions - GLAD lyrics

(pressed) My tribe burn urns Earns haters cause our natural rhyme saying Decays brains and flays remains Stay in your lane if your names Off the plane you'll lay where we play Seriously on another level Chief of GPT group of rebels Or rogues y'all en vogue We're cla**ical, y'all plastic old Toy pianos no flows or ring Fragile, we're the Kings of this thing So you can call me, Chief Ciph of Kings Ointment is a need for burns Cause our Rhymes are on point And we're lyrically alert (Radda, Radda) So try rhyming against the Aloof Dead fools is proof that that's a goof move Too true to try to protest Dope lines so I'll stand times test, bet (Like a motherf**er!)