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Big Amount Flow

 

Big Amount Flow

(album: Get Twisted Sundays Vol. 1 - 2017)


Yeah
I ain't gon' lie
I ran into deuce deuce at the barbershop
And he told me to make sure
That this was on the mixtape
Get twisted
Look

Five out of ten of my partners live
By the ghetto mantra, f you, pay me
Move heavy weight and get to smacking people
Like that boy E. Honda if it get brazy
Look, I got the juice, that's how He made me
Yellas see me, they start going crazy
Sak pase to my Haitians facing
All the devastation, got to pray for Haiti
Look, you barely hear about it on the news
I just caught the story on the 'gram
Bodies on bodies in Haiti but I see more stories
'Bout Kim and 'Ye running scams
Look, me myself, I need a hundred bands
Times ten, that would get me straight
Fake rappers that be covered in straps
I still see your cookie like lingerie
Look, Curriculum EP is on the way
Shoutout to Roosevelt from SA
When I spit, the Holy Spirit permeates
Swear my flow is straight up out the pearly gates
Look, wait, wait, wait, wait, hol' up
Let me get it straight one more time for you
Look at the game, it's a dinner plate
Full of fakes, I'm just 'bout to dine for you, ouu
Give me a napkin
Swear the flow is cold as Aspen
Every bar is throwed like a javelin
Fat be praying like a chaplain, ouu
Trying to reassure me that Jehovah jarred
Keeping Xander's favor in the mix
Word to Nelly, swear I was a lunatic
Before I started clutching my own crucifix
Flow electric like computer chips
Used to kill on Madden with them user picks
Then I changed, stopped playing games
Started peeping thangs like a revolutionist
Pipeline to prison do exist
Same slave trade, newer ships
All these rappers with they mind in shackles
Need to tie a noose around they loosened lips
Pipe down, this a God flow
Every bar dripping with the Holy Ghost
Where I'm from, you get beheaded if you breaded
Probably why my partnas pack the toast
Talking mula and pistols
Eat the beat down to the gristle
If the only reason why you rap
Is for the artifacts, your flow is artificial, ouu
Look, life is a beach
Just be weary of the quicksand
And when you're moving and pursuing
What you're doing don't forget to use a kickstand
Take a break, take a step back
Realize, hey, we all human
If I don't trust you and you run up on me
Better have a vest, word to Metro Boomin

I'm gone
Yeah

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