[Verse 1]

Pyro Tha God Level

Fuck what them guys tell you

Fuck what you write in your songs

Just let Tha God help you

Pyro the God-Devil

Fuck what them guys sell you

Ya'll stay the same like the price of weed

I'm high value

I value art over fame and fortune

But you know high value art comes with fame and fortune

And in the heart art of every art you can blame misfortune

The decline of every art starts by making fortunes

But fuck it

I'll take the bag over poverty

And a mommy that's bodied likе beats that's rapped over propеrly

And a car that don't run on fuel

And a house, maybe one or two

And honestly think to myself

And I wonder which one of you dudes want smoke

Who want it?

Ya'll scared, I insist

Ya'll ain't fucking with the dread-headed Madd Psyientist

It's just hopeless, nigga

Leave a nigga mad trying it

You can quote me, nigga

Everything I say in writing is

Set in stone

[Verse 2]

I give it that Poetic Justice

Like Tupac Shakur

I've been cooking, I give seconds

Tell me who want some more

When they hear me they like homie must gave blew up

Of course he must be old school

He ain't with the new ones for sure

'Cause he ain't mumbling nothing

He talking sense, I can sense it

Tell 'em trouble is coming

It's on the fence, ya'll defenseless

Dawg, I come from the trenches

Where niggas taking them chances

And burners turn you to dust

And it's ashes to ashes

Just to get to the dibas

Just to get where the cash is

Fists on you like Clay

Knock you out like they Cassius

Fuck the police and the badges

That's how niggas behave

We just tryna get paid

That's how niggas be slaves

That's how

Fuck it, I'm preaching to the choir

I'm bleeding raps

Giving ya'll a reason to retire

I'm really that nigga

Ya'll need to get inspired

I'm really back

I really got that fire

Nig'

[Verse 3]

Everything's thing wrong with ya'll

Fuck whoever promised ya'll

They ain't told ya'll half the truth

Im just being honest ya'll

I'm just being myself again

With that rapper talk

Actions loud as Kevin Hart

We don't even have to talk

We don't even have to trend

Them Rands are coming, G

Laughing to the bank like this shit is comedy

Generational curses, escaping poverty

Generational wealth is investing properly

I just got my last cheque, show me how to spend it

I just got an overdraft from showin out and spending

I'ma make it back and probably blow it up again

Mr. Tax collector better know he's not my friend

Rest of all you niggas better know you know my kin

They've been tryna push me but I throw 'em off the the end

Madd Psyientist, I'm back up in the lab again

Runnin circles round 'em, here's another lap again