January Throw-away verse (unreleased) ​nobigdyl.

[intro]
Yeah man, it's your boy lil Dyllie man, had to jump on this one time. Shout out Black Frost

[verse]
Grindin like I hit kick flips
Your verses smell like chitlins
Ol’ girl call me Swiss-Miss
I got death threats for my pigment
You chasin' a mistress and I put a rock on my missus
Baby check my Venmo I get dough like Simpsons
Then I give more I'm generous
Used to pray for my wish list
Heard the word then I saw the light so yeah, I came to my senses
Indie Tribe who I been with
Invest anything in that kinship
If there’s any diss in my mentions
Instant missiles sent from my henchmen
Look
Aunt told me like last year that Solar dropped absurd high
Told 'em wait for my third drive
I might just call it bird box
Devil lurkin', my birds chirpin, my [?] workin, I swerve serpents
'Cause I'm on the wave and I see no evil and I'm still learnin' like a nerd surfin'

[outro]