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Be Humble Flow

 

Be Humble Flow

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


Somebody pray for me
That's what he said in the song
Get Twisted

Look
Rap is suffering, it's the Great Depression, word to Herbert Hoover
That's why every track I'm on I set it off like I work for Luther
I got the soul to [?] roll with shooters, boss, and the flow [?]
I ain't gon' lie, I try to keep my whole medula underwater like I roll with scuba divers
One time for the baby rappers real quick, y'all need diapers
When it comes to the BS and the pseudo gangstas I be feeling like I'm MacGyver
That means I dodge the bull like a matador
I'm from the west, I throw it up like Pastor [?]
I'm feeling blessed, I'm 'bout to marry a Capricorn, ouu
She so influential, aye, my flow influenza, aye
[?] but in a minute I be in a temple, aye
Pray, pray, pray, then you gotta start living
Be weary of the snakes hissing, both super fiction on the road to predition
I don't know if they know this about evil
Aye, boy, I'm right back at it, aye
Flow sharp as a hatchet, aye
Peed in the [?] flipped the mattress, I grew up on Seventh J
I grew up around some acrobats to make a package flip
Where I lived there was a couple Bloods and a pack of Crips
If you was acting up then they would pack a clip
Get to stacking up and make your back all flip
My momma racked us up then she had us dipped
She pulled us straight outta dirt like some radishes
Ouu, thank you, momma, I made it to thirty
No white on my collar, but most scholars be thinking that I'm part of the clergy
Why? Because the flow holy, and the glow souly
It depends on whether or not I can, God, purpose to all mankind like I'm wrestling with Mick Foley
I am who I say I am, I believe what I say I believe
If you say one thing then you switch it up, you a H.O.E.N.D
I'm just tryna be real with ya, don't nobody wanna deal with ya
'Cause you never paint a real picture
My dawg West Trill he can tell you how it feel when the steel hit ya
He would really act up
So would J Double, J Slim did eight an a half
Dog Face got eleven, but he been sitting six
Gotta Venmo P just to get him some cash
Ain't nothing comical 'bout that, these rappers [?] how they gas
You up to make you feel like they might lowkey kinda do what they rap
It ain't true, don't be disgruntled
Stay true, do your best to me humble
And if you say that you a rapper, my God
All I ask is don't mumble, speak loud
I said don't mumble, speak loud
Whatever you saying, dawg, don't mumble, speak loud
I said don't mumble, speak loud
Oh yeah

done

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