[Into]

Yo

You know what it is

It's Boy-D

Peach!

[Verse 1: Boy-D]

I got the answers, why these rappers keep raising their hand

You would think I put on weight the way I'm raising the brand

I stand out like a concession, nothing phasing this man

As I'm, steady hitting on the green like I'm playing

With four homies about that chron like the news station

Come and take your tokes and float, the boat smooth sailing

You know the flow stays immaculate, accurate, elaborate

Boy-D solves the problem like calculus

Lyrical wizardry, so sick with the similes

Heads up, I drop sweet shit like a lemon tree

A young dog, stays fetching for green

Peaking the scene

The scheme got dirty but the style stayed clean

Hear me out for a sec, I'll leave you breathless

I stay reckless

Jumping squares like checkers

They don't wanna see me prosper, it's all hate in disguise

Lay low, puff haze till I'm high in the skies

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Peach]

I got this little funky feeling rising inside of my gut

I got a little fuck to give when there's abundance of this love

Some of you people think we temporary spitters

But I'm getting on your nerves like a neurotransmitter

Consider another application

I'm with the constellations

I'm on a mission from God like it's my obligation

I got a homie with million dollar deals

I'm feeling redundant because I'm always hiding how I feel

No more

Where I'll be sheltered from this universe, penniless

With a dream for rhyming on this earth

So absurd for you to speak, because on this mic you ain't unique

Take some critique from the killers, that's me and Boy-D

It's my turn, I'm stepping out of the shadows

It's been too long since I've shown you how this kid can battle

In fact, you cannot handle or fathom how I can scramble

You need to take some lessons like you playing the piano

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Boy-D]

Peach and I came banging on the door, you better let us

Raps rooks, but these sweet styles like veterans

Unblemished flows with no pose and it's evident

How these rappers is sick, they're tasting their own medicine

Since the game got dry, we came to be the cactuses

But y'all can't touch this plant, you'll get scratches kids

Busy raising all these bars we got calluses

Sit back, I'll sink in, like tempurpedic mattresses

Articulating the unthinkable, unpredictable

Purchase thick grass and kick back with a six pack

Then we break down like an American vehicle

My thesis is feasible, matching is unreachable

Boy-D is dominant, bar for bar unbeatable

I understand all these rap jokers, yeah you know I'm on it

I came to set shit straight like an orthodontist

And keep attacking the game until I'm back in their brain

It's Boy-D