It’s Flycon in case you don’t already know

Y’all thought I was done huh?

Well I’m back on my bullshit

Yeah! This that splah..

Somebody call the paramedics this finna be a bloody scene

And I’m bout spit majestic on this mufuckin beat

You don’t know what you feeling i’ma show u what it is

And this is evergreen leaving everlasting memories

This that bar talk that makes your bitch wanna cheat

This that heavy flow that makes you wanna go fish

This that shit that could pass for a goodnight kiss

This ain’t that cool breeze that makes u wanna go sleep

And trust me the glo up will be televised

And this skill set deserves to be over emphasized

Energize, cut the ties from niggas who wanna dim your shine

Flood the scene before you know it I am in and out

No time for small talk I’m tryna go from north to south

Fuck it i wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth

Just a lil silver tooth I had to take it out

I even got more smoke than y’all niggas smoking loud

I am the masculine Alicia keys ya boy on fire

Call me an arsonist, your instincts must be higher

Call me a liar, the kinda shit I admire

‘Cause I don’t like to prove shit to nonbelievers

Back on my bullshit consider this a teaser

Are you a believer?

Your mother, your brother gone love me Including ya lil sister

I’ll fall in love with a diva, a big dreamer, the kind that don’t feel intimidated when I go bigger

Yo yo yo wassup!

Public service announcement

Flycon Season approaching

You hearddd!!!

Yeah!

These past few years been a big mess

Nah it was a big test

You might say it’s for the best

Well I’m done learning lessons, I wanna skip class

It feels like I’m stuck I’m at my barest minimum

Mhen these rappers gotta duck i done got my boots on

Just ‘cause you dropped a couple tracks don’t mean you rap better

The weather nice but guaranteed this shit will make you niggas shiver

It’s never say never till the reaper pull the lever

Hope for the living, home for the weekend

We ain’t chilling hands on deck

Feel free to hate me, feel free to blame me

I just know that I am blessed

Single or taken, no such thing as complicated

No need for competition, sky is underpopulated

Yeah!!

You want smoke, buckle up and come get it

Do not test me, you need more than a diss to upset me

I done said it, ion need to prove I’m born ready

I’m approaching, you rappers gotta pay your rap levy

The bars concrete, dropping em like an escaped convict

I deserve credit, different from what you hear daily

You can’t stop me, you don’t wanna make God angry