Southside Flow

(Album: Get Twisted Sundays Vol. 2 - 2017)

Yeah
Look, don't act like you ain't see this coming
Something for the city, Get Twisted

Look
One time for the nappy-headed kings with the skin of mocha
All these rappers mediocre when compared to Yoda
Sonning rappers who act like they sell blow, I'm Ray Liotta
Do my best to get that white off their dome, I'm Head & Shoulders
Higher than the competition, dodge the opposition
I ain't never had a pot to piss in, partners on the block, they pitching
Everybody catching plays
If ever any of us should box then everybody catching fades
Blast the Ks, that's the rules 'till everybody pass away
Was once a castaway, now everybody tryna catch the wave
A young torchbearer, top vintage shorts-wearer
My hood was hard, it's only right I bring more terror
To pseudo gangstars mesmerized by that garbage rap
Lowkey wanna catch you under your chin like parter hats, ouu
But my heart is trapped between now and where I started at
Durags and the starter hats like Jagged Edge where the party at, ouu
Trap a [?] ki, that's where my heart was at
Foreign Park gave me the how to survive the hood starter pack, ouu
So I can't blame 'em for the fruit they eat that causes slack
I'm partly behind the impact of that apple like Wozniak, ouu
But once you evolve it's hard to comprehend, no offense
Used to see laws, climbed the fence
Felt condemned, just hoarded a Gucci belt and the Vans
Dub deuces for the win, whose in the broad with cinnamon skin, ouu
This remind me of my pitfall
Lucy hit me up multiple times, they all was missed calls
He'll flex all with a thick wall and thirst and lust
Then makes withdrawals on your morals 'till they all emerged in dust
Or floating in the wind vanishing
You can tell that God branded him from how consecutively he be dismantling
Every beat they handing him, wack rappers panicking
[?] my shows sold out a year in advance like Hamilton, ouu
'Cause I got knowledge, went to college
All my bars are hyperbolic, flow is polished, lowkey flawless
I got thotties on my sausage just symbolic
They get chaotic and astonished
When they hear I'm 'bout to marry a goddess, ouu
And I ain't talking 'bout a deity
She sweetest tea and good for me like [?]
Tell Lucy we at war, I'm at his neck like a guillotine
Put so much in every bar to make it look like I seamlessly got the beam in me
Keep the king with me, I'm eating frequently
If we ain't on the same frequency I probably could bless you vis a vis
These hands, now go sit down