D4RK SIDE Ekoh

[Intro]
Yeah, I got a heart that's workin' part time
And got a–infatuation with the dark side
These dudes, they don't really want it
They just talk like they do–
'Til I get the mic and let the bars fly

[Verse 1]
Now I, I'm dead inside but I polished the exterior (Ah)
Ain't no competition, bow down to your superior (Bow down)
Know they call me emo but I'm evil, young, and ferior (Yuh)
I Kylo Ren the Benz with the black and red interior (Uh)
See, I've been coppin' pennies (Coppin')
Over the years and made a name and now I'm droppin' Benji's (Droppin')
I got the knowledge, plus the skill and plus I'm fuckin' petty (Fuckin' petty)
She left the smell of sweat and spit, I gotta swap the bedsheet (Swap the bedsheet)
Already everybody talkin', I pay on the mic
Yeah I just do the Nyjah Huston, I stay on the grind
I never see you 'cause I do not like lookin' behind (No)
You'll always be number two until I quit or I die
My mind on another level, they wishin' that I would go away
These rappers hate then copy me, lookin' like you my protege
Then spittin' out your garbage, recycle, repackage, all the same
And I could body most of these modern acts with my throwaways
I paid dues, double that, facts, tax twice
I break rules that been made to keep me down, I–
Don't think that you'll be here for long, you should pack light
And if I made it and you didn't, homie, that's life
Uh, I like to flex to show the skill, uh
Sometimes but if I'm honest, that ain't real, uh
There's more sides than when I fall off the path
Fuck the bars, gotta say how I feel
Like I'm dying here man, fuck these vibes
Ayo, bring the real shit in, let's go