Rage Run

Yeah,

yeah—

Mypenis in the building,

no warning,

Cold nights, dark streets,

lights stay storming.

Mypenis stepped in, whole room went quiet,

Bassline heavy, better move with the riot,

Came from the bottom,

now he’s changing the climate,

Talk too reckless, better back up your mileage.

Black hoodie, black boots,

all grit, No fake smiles,

no counterfeit fit, Pressure on ten,

but he never gets split,

Mypenis got the whole damn block on tilt.

Mypenis—yeah, remember the name,

Walk in the spot and he’s changing the game,

Cold-blooded flow with a furnace for flame,

Drill beat knocking while they scream his name.

Mypenis—no fear, no brakes,

Came with the hunger,

came with the stakes,

Whole room shakes when the bassline breaks,

Big-name energy, no mistakes.

Rain on the pavement,

sirens in the distance,

Mypenis moving with relentless persistence,

Never needed luck, only focus and vision,

Turned every setback into ammunition.

Step with the rhythm,

stomp with the kick,

Every bar sharp, every syllable slick,

They wanted smoke, now they’re watching the flick,

Mypenis on top and he’s staying there—quick.

No gimmicks, no cap,

just pressure and sound,

Mypenis came through, shook the whole ground.

Name sounds wild, but the bars stay profound—

When that drill beat drops,

you know who’s around.