WATER (flow) -

I seen you at the park villa battle

I ain’t know you could spit like that

That shit was fire

You ain’t even gotta tell me son

Ey Yo you still making beats?

I never stopped

Just ain’t been nobody dope enough to rhyme over my shit

You know

Whoa x3 like

Whoa x3

Nigga flow x3

Nigga go x3

This for every black boy in a shack

Who couldn’t really rap

And told himself he could

Until he snapped until he got it back

He flipped the pack

Got mega swag

Got a nigga strapped

But he be walking by with gangsters

Who be strapped and talk rap

But nah I ain’t talking trash

But niggas who flash

Who slash cash

But I even got a took by my pass

See I was a young boy

Young rowdy

Big body bass

Big body slice

Talking about big body cash

Big body stacks

I was really in to talking fast

But I was really talking fast

But really wasn’t that

About that life

About that strife

About that kind of psych

In the shacks

Get my money pack

Getting sunny track

Chasing the trains

Chasing the banes

Running in the rain

Feeling my pain

Feeling astray

Trynna go insane

Blocking myself hoping that I don’t even go insane

When I get the pen and paper I just jot it through my brain

So I put a track out

Put the smack out

Put the flap out

Got started walking past the crack house

I hear the beat banging in my head and I go crazy

Hear the beat banging in my head feel like I’m baby

An infant

Young nigga upickinin

Get it on and stick it in

Trynna get a rizzla roll take it in

Getting high

Smoke it in the lungs

Puff pass

While puff passing

Cuss tracks

Rap trashing

Cut slashing

Cut slice

Who rap trashing

Get back get snapped

And get clapped

But get wax and get strapped

They get wack

I ain’t never been about a rapping like I really get it

But I rap a

When I rap like I flip it though

Whoa x3

Like whoa x3

Nigga flow slow x2

Nigga go x3

My Nigga flow x3

I get dough x3

For the shows x3

Now I know x3

First track up on the radio

Bush radio Friday

Freestyling on a Friday

Try to do it my way

They said you ain’t gotta rap like this

They said you ain’t gotta flap like this

They say why you never write your rhymes gotta keep it proper

Have a hook for a track

Put a seg with the Safta

You rappin on fruity loops with your fruity troops

Q basing with the foodie coupes

Get the fully loops

But I was riding in them coupes on the trains

Uber that uber facts uber tracks

Uber eats uber nice

But, straight to the studio they get remixed

Bo, get to the studio and do it real

Like ho, fake folks will be thinking I be rapping different

No fake folks will be thinking that I gotta get at least that mix tape

Mixed tape mix tape rap

This that been fake been slate big stake rap

This that big stakes big stakes get no slacks

This that big plate no jets getting no slates

Whoa x3

Like whoa x3

Nigga flow slow x2

Nigga go x3

My Nigga flow x3

I get dough x3

For the shows x3

Now I know x3

Clean raps no swearing no motherfucker

Clean raps no swearing Whoa motherfucker

Peace slaps don’t swear like whoa motherfucker

Piece slice get tracks like whoa motherfucker

Bring rap been dope I been smoked

Like I been coke been dope I been shoked

Shifting me

Put me in packs

on the border

Get orders see online

Items get the order

Pre order mixtape

Big stakes big flake

While niggas is been fake

On the radio big stakes

Takin over with the big man

Snatching up your fucking mic stand

Put you off stage

Kicking over niggas mic stands

Trash you been rapping for too long we been listening

Trash you been rapping for too long you been gimmicking

Whoa motherfucker

Flow Motherfucker

Slow motherfucker

You ain’t even gotta chase dough motherfucker

You don’t even stack the same dough motherfucker no

We don’t even do the same shows motherfucker no

Whoa x3

Like whoa x3

Nigga flow slow x2

Nigga go x3

My Nigga flow x3

I get dough x3

For the shows x3

Now I know x3

Clean raps no swearing Whoa motherfucker

Peace slaps don’t swear like whoa motherfucker

Piece slice get tracks like whoa motherfucker