[Lyric] Iroh (Oscar Bunnik)

[ bridge ]

They ask me who I am. I say all that
They Stole the money from my people, take it all back
Don't buy bottles of moet, that’s the wrong flex
Imma make the family rich, give it all back

[ hook ]

I don't Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can’t hear the lame
May the day that I will die
I do it for the Game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same

I don't Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can't hear thе lame
May the day that I will die, I do it for thе game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same
[ verse 1 ]

I want Friends that talk the good behind my back, and the bad in my face
Keep myself from the net, It are monster they makes
Keep the pictures all vague , like I live in a lake
Deadlock neccessary to keep me in place
Got the type of mind that make the devil freak out
Kept my talents hidden but I think it's time you see now
Was never into rari's so I rather get the jeep out
I don’t need the speed for every single thing to squeeze out
Rap to the beat of my palm, I am just dissecting my ego
I am calm and collected but I spit fire like Iroh
I am in no competition, while you keep giving me free throws
May have made a couple of bars but you can’t bring em like me tho
When I step behind the mic, I feel the chills down my spine
Feel like the greats that left their bodies, now are talking through mine
That's why I spit divine, spill my blood when I rhyme
This a different state of mind, this spiritual exercise

[ hook ]

I don’t Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can't hear the lame
May the day that I will die
I do it for the Game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same
I don’t Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can't hear the lame
May the day that I will die, I do it for the game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same

[ verse 2 ]

I wasn't raised up in the streets but I can still smack yo ass
I'm not a gangster but I can tell you I still like to throw hands
So get your silly ass down
I cut a smile in your frown
Why U so serious, the thug act make you look like a clown
Don't enter my holy ground you can't toe to toe me
What comes around goes around You can't flow on this beat
I wear the triple crown while watching you run home in defeat
Rapper on the instagram cause you just sound like a weep
Wanna get rich making rich people richer
Nine Digit numbers, and hourglass figures
Acing the buissines, got spades on my liquor
I'm cutting the bullshit, I ready the trigger
Cross the pacific, to kill all you bitches
Columbus is back with a mic in his fingers
Look at this eaze,you get sick of my vigor
My future is vivid,can't focus the picture
[ hook ]

I don't Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can't hear the lame
May the day that I will die
I do it for the Game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same

I don't Introduce myself
You should know my name
I don't conversate with you
Cause I can't hear the lame
May the day that I will die, I do it for the game
These days it's easy to stand out cause you sound all the same

[ bridge ]

They ask me who I am. I say all that
They Stole the money from my people, take it all back
Don't buy bottles of moet, that's the wrong flex
Imma make the family rich, I give it all back