Realest Living Remix

[Verse 1: Cyclone]

Spitting bars like a Milky Way got thrown up

But there's nothing sweet about the way I flow, bruh

I am killing em, swag on a million

Intelligent flow but the fans be getting dumb

When the beat drop you know I rhyme so hard

Tryna be a champ like the St. Louis Cards

Play my part I'm apart from the other lames bars

None of the stars are too far when I start

Flowing in the booth, dimes come, no toll

Being recognized as a legend is my goal

So I flow, this is me, watch me go

In on this beat, maybe it'll make me known

But if not, I'll still live fabulous Loso

My style free like Los

Tryna make it big but this ain't the East Coast

And it ain't the south side and it ain't the West Coast

Man when I flow it is just Cyclone

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