Second verse is open for whoever wants to get on it. Get at me to be on the Rise of the Wyze Mixtape. This song features a friend of mine singing on the hook

My victory is such that cannot be stopped
Continue climbing like a balloon that can't be popped
It's time to rocket, blast back those who talk shit
Saying I can't rock it, I'm not shit, well, they can sock it
I won't stop, no matter what you say
So you stupid mother fuckers can get out of my way
Saying this ain't hip hop, it's different so it's wack
But watch me rise above all of this crap
Systematically dismantle elements for my mantle
The Wyze has risen, and he's more than you can handle
Simultaneously, the hammer and the anvil
In this hip hop darkness, I am the candle
So run to the light, for forever in this fight
I've got your back and you've got mine, all right?
Because nobody can travel this path on their own
But with friends at my back, I know that I've grown

I'm no longer alone, I'm not ascending to a throne
Got an organized clique like my name was Al Capone
Y'all sounding like clones, so there's no respect shown
So this best be known, you'll get a punch to the dome
I'm bringing the heat, so you'd better believe
It's no large feat to have your girl bereaved
Instantaneous combustion of all you hold dear
and Erroneous discussion causing plain, cold fear
So steer clear of my clique, if you're trying to start shit
And get off of my dick, you're not hard to parse bitch
Take you apart, discover your weakness
I'm not getting marred, by any of you leeches
So peep this, this shit will leave you speechless
Literally, cease this or I'll cut your voice box to pieces
Believe this, I'm not playing around
You'll end in a hearse, then 6 feet underground