SYLLA

No time is given
To both sides of vision
Show signs I'm chilling with
Dope rhymes to listen
co-sign is bitching
Own mine I'm timid
Flows fine like wisdom
Cause low shine is given
Rose fine but listen
I know time will witness
My own lines of sickness
No line to fix this
Hope dies a victim
Cold fries are sitting
In low tides that's risen
I hope mine is winning
Time gone with my pen
I'm wrong but a man
We belong to a friend
Like a song and a brand
Long gone goes amends
Same song for a fan
At one with a ten
Get along what I can
Nights long to no end
Stove on with no pan
We lost dividends
Fight off every man
Get cautious again
My voice gives a tan
Back off to defend
I'm a boss bout to land
On the low, imma grow
Who'll approach, impossible
Eyes are low, got the dope
Where's the rope, trynna cope
Imma show that I'm grown
On a throne that I own
Still feel like I'm alone
On the phone so
Imma go in my zone
I'll bestow what I know
It's a show for the flow
Whos a bro, finna know
Getting close to a pro
I suppose unlike most
Here's a toast keep it close
You don't know what I know