Cameron Butler - Guile Lyrics

My emotions serve as potions to defend against my enemies
Bench pressing pressure til I'm sweating stress heavily
Lift the weight and spit away a million thoughts
Bayce resilience serious, battalions lost

When tryna face us, we erased them from history
Sitting squeamish teams are leaving easy that is bliss to me
Niggas thinking they fire barely could light a match
You minors wack, when we strike you won't be quite intact

Prolly hell bound with the witchcraft I ponder
Dreams of getting rich, trips to six flags and wander
Prostrating tryna state my oscillating mood
Eyes open peeping, nope I will not be made the fool

Probably hell bound with the witchcraft I ponder
Dreams of getting rich, trips to six flags and wander
Prostrating tryna state my oscillating mood
Eyes open peeping, nope I will not be made the fool

Serving serpents wreck, hurt em til they've earned a death
Rehearsing lurking, til it's time to converge a threat
Let the checks hit his savings he'll be sleeping better
To be best, he investing to increase his efforts

So many are one sided no surprise they colliding
He just spray the rhymes to convey a reminder
It takes more than an image to be nice with it
Never all hype, it's false vibes so you might diminish

Quite quicker than the average one hit
Couldn't read his lyrics if you did you'd get your gums split
Still sonning all dunce cliques
Only chasing fame ashamed knowing they can't run shit

For a while, his girl made him forge a smile
Your style worth a quarter, wild he's all sorts of raw and vile
Morally wicked, orally sickest, admit it
Quit bullshitting, you say you winning you kidding

Rap game packed with fat crap piles of fiction
Pressed play to listen bout had a mild conniption
How you manage to spread rubbish over kick drums
The shit dumb, a ton of skills go get some