Tragic

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Akin] Ayyo I'm chilling 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 smoking 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 battling I'm traveling 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, trying to 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, trying to 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'll mobilize like twelve knights of Camelot, yo My grammar's shot, it leaves scars. Weak stars flee To Mars, they can't cope. I stay afloat like My name was Elián's too—what'd y'all expect though I'm far from the everyday. 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 I and I make sure the beast Can't see Akin when it's time for the war. Look, I'm The worst. I cursed 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, trying to 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, trying to find a better pay It's tragic, people gang-bang Beretta-way But me and mine the CYNE, we find a getaway