DISCRETE ​nobigdyl. (Ft. Ty Brasel)

[Intro: Ty Brasel]
*dialing telephone keypad, phone ringing*
Don't believe me, you gon' see (Mm)

[Verse 1: Ty Brasel]
You gon' know
When I spit these raps, swear it's coming from the soul (Yeah)
I been movin' fast steadily, I'm on the go (Yeah)
I'ma make it last, promise I'ma make the most
Of it, yeah, yeah
Watch the prophet spit, uh (Spit)
Steady through the process, while in part acknowledgment (Yeah)
Me and my apostles, partners move monotonous, lowkey out the mix, uh
Watch for prophet flips (Flips), tune my consciousness ('Ness)
Evil in the midst, I can feel apocalypse
Look, caps off, we graduated, hats off, I know they hate it
Blast off, brothers, we made it (Ah)

[Chorus: Ty Brasel]
I don't really dance, but I swerve out wit' the yeet, yeah
I just stay lowkey, I like life better discrete, mm
I know what they need, so I'm back in with the heat, yeah, yeah
So I'm back with B.O.B.s
I went on hiatus, had to take some time to think, yeah
Life comin' too fast, had to slow it down for me, mm
Things gettin' too real, I can't lie, it's gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
Don't believe me? You gon' see