Pyro

By JCB ADHD

Released on February 14, 2020

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(Reborn on the beat!)

Lord, thank you for what I have I got many blessings

All these people doubting me imma teach them a lesson

Ain’t no time to study, I'll take you straight to testin

I got money and i’m extra like some ranch dressing

Rap game falling apart before I stepped in

Pull up to the line hit a swish like i’m Stephen

Driving on a gold road just like my homies in heaven

Yeah I’m killing this just like O.J. in ‘97

You’re as miserable as the stocks during The Great Depression

Look, I don’t even need to question

Remember when you used to have talent lately you’ve been regressing

Rival throw a deep ball, I got the interception

Right back at ya' like the light on a reflection

New girl keep calling my phone she building up a big obsession

Balled so hard and that was only my first practice session

Mess with me no promises that I won’t show aggression

I’ll Leave you black and blue in a corner, guess that's my confession

You’re feeling jealous I see it in your expression

Shoving facts down your throat, you're having trouble digesting

Spitting fire is my own profession

I’m better than you without an exception

All this talent I have and I’m only 11

They mess with me and I send them to heaven

All this talent I have and I'm only 11

Ayy, I spit straight pyro

My jewels bright red like the lightsaber of Kylo

Want to mess me and the gang, bring your gang to Ohio

Your career is crashing, you need some insurance call up Geico

Me and the gang counting bills before we divide dough

Dollars green just like A.J

You call your muscles guns? We got an army full of melee

Sprint to left and now i'm about to score

Massacred this beat now i'm covered in gore

Lyrical miracle

My talent is spiritual

What goes around comes around these disses be spherical

I’ll be the mouse you be the elephant

You’re the definition of irrelevant

Start your flow

It’s your show

It’s a paycheck

Got the drip rain check

Your own shipwreck

Hands on deck

It's mic check (mic check)

Nah, Nah, Nah

Lord, thank you for what I have I got many blessings

All these people doubting me imma teach them a lesson

Ain’t no time to study, I'll take you straight to testin

I got money and i’m extra like some ranch dressing

Rap game falling apart before I stepped in

Pull up to the line hit a swish like i’m Stephen

Driving on a gold road just like my homies in heaven

Yeah I’m killing this just like O.J. in ‘97 (Back in '97)

You’re as miserable as the stocks during The Great Depression

Do I even need to question

Remember when you used to have talent lately you’ve been regressing

Rival throw a deep ball, I got the interception

Right back at ya' like the light on a reflection

New girl keep calling my phone she building up a big obsession

Balled so hard and that was only my first practice session

Mess with me no promises that I won’t show aggression

No cap I’ll Leave you black and blue in a corner, guess that's my confession

You’re feeling jealous I see it in your expression

Spitting fire is my own profession

By the way... i'm only 11

(Kill for the stick and that he bled)

(*Phone rings*)