WaynnDikky - PERSONA

[Intro] [Urban Female Group] 
I think Im liking your person 
Please please touch me every way you want to no cap we in love with WaynnDikky's persona [Hook] [Hyphy Raspy Melodic Male Rapper] She don’t say it but she wanna (wanna)I can tell by how she on it  Eyes talkin’ like she wanna  Be the queen of this persona (persona) oooooohI’m on it like I own it (own it), oooooh We up, we up, we up, we up (we up)She don’t say it but she wanna (wanna)I’ma do it how she want it[Verse 1] [Hyphy Raspy Melodic Male Rapper]What’s in that(that)leanin’ back, make a snap Doin’ math(Math), I’m The Flash—look at that No contact, breakin’ glass, movin’ fast Blowin’ cash—yes, yes, yes, I admit it I know it’s been a hot minute—yes, yes, yes, I admit it I’ll tell you right now, I put the gas on the flame Manipulation got me touchin’ on her brain She said she never been touched the same I said “baby girl, I can see the change” Blowin’ weed to change my state of mind These faces is faceless—like a nine, she might blow your mind(blow your mind) It’s basic(basic)so take it, don’t waste it But I ain’t got the time—give her that robotic flow then I make it mine Price look like diamonds, they shinin’, so take it slow like wine Hennessy mixed with that goo-goo… how you spendin’ your time(time)
[Beat Breakdown Solo]
[Bridge] [Urban Female Group]
I was just out with my Ms. Thick  
But they still talkin’ that nonsense  
They don’t wanna see me stay rich and chill  They’d rather hate with all that ill  
I keep movin’, I got the will  
Knowin’ my shoes is hard to fill  
We all thinkin’ we somethin’ real  
But you know… humans ain’t hard to kill  
Don’t let the vibe fool you when I step in  
Different rules when the lights gone…  
[Chorus] [Urban female group] 
It’s all real, nothin’ fake with this persona  
My antidote… this mic smell like marijuana I ain’t in court talkin’ “hey, Mr. Your Honor” It’s rules to the streets—yeah you know I still honor [Verse 2] [Hyphy Raspy Melodic Male Rapper]I seen this comin’ from a mile away, soon as you opened your mouth Knew what you was gon’ say—yeah, I read it off your face I’ma shake it off—no cost, nothin’ to a boss  I’m takin’ off—paint soft, rooftop, no top Smoke in the air got me lookin’ like I never left I can see they lips movin’, talk about me every breath Only thing I’m worried ‘bout: pockets—where that money go? Syrup slidin’ down my throat, chasin’ on the antidote Ain’t poppin’ bottles, I’m poppin’ shells out the auto  
Aficionado—give ‘em somethin’ real they can follow Liquor sick, we mobbed up, 24 deep, we in the thick If it don’t add to the mission, tell me—what’s the benefit
[Chorus] [Urban Female Group]It’s all real, nothin’ fake with this persona  
My antidote… this mic smell like marijuana I ain’t in court talkin’ “hey, Mr. Your Honor” It’s rules to the streets—yeah you know I still honor  
[Last Hook][Male]She don’t say it but she wanna  
I can tell by how she on it  
Eyes talkin’ like she wanna  
Fuck with this persona  

Male 432hz Sacramento mob vibe, dark glitch-hop,heavy synthesizer. With breakdown beat switch.With Emotional transitions