Hiyu lyrics

[Intro: Daylyt]
You heard?
Ayy, what's happenin', fool?
What's shakin', my G?
Shakin'
Hiyu
What you talkin' 'bout?
Word?
Nah, I'm coolin', G
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Daylyt]
Mama said be nice to 'em, uh
My demeanor goin' right through 'em
Credit line to the max, we over stackin' dough, uh
Steez on my arm, we came for capital
I stomp on crowns, I wake up towns
You know my name, boy, I break up clouds
I clear smoke globally
I'm from the era where the scary n*ggas sit back
But this rap, so who controlling me? Uh
My clock set to western time
But I'm in Brooklyn with the best of the dimes

[Verse 2: Dyme-A-Duzin]
They call for static then get pressed and decline
Epic sеt-up like I'm catchin a lob
Clip a competitor, edit 'еm
Set it off for a city that on been sedatives, uh
Promoting pills and Percocets is not the medicine
See, I love cash, but Cobain died at twenty-seven, twin
I need the devil out our messaging
They sacrificing chickens, we sacrifice for chicken, b*tch, it's a difference
Got the West assuming he represent us? That's offensive
Your passion been an acted persona, been all scripted
You was seventeen last time them sixteens was hittin'
Which character from your flicks is in attendance?
'Specially when them rumors sounding flagrant and your name been attached
Tryna save face and keep your reputation intact
Back to hold down the coast on some Blueprint Hov sh*t
But we don't feel no soul from the soulless, where the pros went?
f*ckin' disgusting, can't hide behind no Conductor production
Trained and skilled in many fields, comparing tracks is the tougher discussion
King like Rome Streetz or Keen
But it's hard to find a lane when one of me can form a team or league
Negus, please
[Chorus: Daylyt]
From the side where we ride
Know that winning's in our pride
Finger twistin', lift it high, go
And I did it for they side too
Wake up in the morning, I say, "Hiyu"

[Verse 3: Dyme-A-Duzin]
Never heard a f*ckin' song from you bums, just smelled the stitch of somethin'
D eliminating odors, f*ck a rant, go grab a stick or somethin'
On X crashin' like he -in' somethin'
I got a J and hit a three long distance like I'm Kendrick's cousin
Truth is, the true spitters see you as a joke
Reach for bars you not achieving, but your ego do the most
Give a reason to squeeze at either coast
I'm in the middle, arm stretched with two pistols, beams on 'em both, chill