Finesse Sybyr

[Intro]
Mac

[Verse]
I'm writing 30 pages of lyrics and stretching out on my floor
Rapping is not my major but experience is a go
Whether my shit is nasty like Vulgarism and others
Doesn't matter, since I'm being realer than all you foes
Watch it, through, prove your attitude like [?]
This is smelling like liquor and cum dripping off your clothes
Talking shit 'bout my image is far from old, though
There he go, hanging with the popular kids
He thought he was that nigga with the friends and shit
I don't have friends, all I know is acquaintances, bitch
Here they come

[Chorus]
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Finessin' this life, yeah, yeah
Dough
(Burp)

[Verse 2]
Hold up, you thought I was finished
Making my [?]
This is the piece to my finish, making these puzzles diminish
Beating my dick like it's italic or some kind of a gimmick
Many aliases like an alien finding identity
Just in case you're the trinity, finding hope for my entity
[?] find someone with a matching and real to me
I know she somewhere in the world, but I know it's not my time
I'm constantly fucking it up so I just ease my pain with rhymes
Dough