Dog Days

Man, Zyad, man
Let me tell you something, man
You my boy and all and I mess with you heavy
But you're too black
Like you're such a blacky it's actually crazy
And I don't mean any hard feelings by it either
Just lose your style, and then you can come hangout with us
You know, the cool kids

Uh
Black in my eyes
When I revise
All these niggas who would rather get they access denied
Rap televised
On the map, on the rise
Of my brothers if they choose to keep they blick by they side

Success and grief gets women undressed
I'm 17 but they don't care how young it gets
How I'm by my own quota
Hoping I won't have to sleep in sofas
Or selling them gas, ain't no sodas

Like what's the problem with being a suburban kid
I don't know if y'all aware of what suburban is
It means normal, dull not informal
So when they ignorance take over I see the same niggas in daily postal

It's crazy how y'all finna have the nerve
What's the word
That another young kid going berserk
Over some beat up sneakers and fake VLone shirts
Or maybe shordies that be wearing really T'd up skirts

It's crazy, lot of niggas be wanting that rapping money
And once they get it they be thinking they having money
See I don't got it yet but trust me when I do I'm finna save it
Invest it in shit that's gon' make me passed that money

Cause I ain't with the high flashing or high fashion
I be spending everyday working on my passion
Cause I know this life work like magnums
Can fuck you or save you, faith on god's answers
For I do not know the cure for cancer
But I will gladly prance for a shordy who's a dancer
Really depends on the slander, the pink panthers
The Bugs Bunny, the Johnny Jimmies and even Zanders

Yuh, they saying "Hard work pays off"
That's false nigga, should be "Smart work pays off"
I shoot it once blowing all they face off
And put 'em on a t-shirt, seventeen five like Takeoff

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Listen
You reign is over
Man, Canada artists be on the rise
On the way to cause your havoc and demise
We small in size but we be looking for them quality guys and ladies
And take the north to much more simpler highs

And allied be the future
Catch you by suprise like an enemy stand user
Dilly the producer, shoutout my nigga Xero too
I be going stupid y'all making them zero moves

I need a pamphlet, y'all be fake like Charles Manson
I'm gon be rich one day, gon buy a mansion
Hopefully before my little sister's tuition
She won't have to pay no loans and her wrist gon be dancing

Yuh, and I be deadass
Yuh, I'll be first, y'all gon be dead last
They be like "Yes, Majin Zyad on it at last"
I be getting in on it, I got the receipts for proof
Flow never ending, I'm up on the roof
Gun blast, poof poof poof poof
Cirlce of living in hell, not the plan
Finna got to sleep and do as much work as I can

Woah, woah, woah, woah
I get it my G
You can hang out with us now
You're cool
You're my slime
You're my home slice
What's pippity poppin' my home slice