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Watch Out Flow

 

Watch Out Flow

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


Yeah
Get Twisted Sundays

Look, if you roll with me still
If you roll with me you solid
Got a scholarship, went to UNT
Then I brought my whole hood to college
Look, half my partners mobbing
But I treat 'em just like fam
Don't ever get it confused, I love God
But you could still catch these hands, look
Boppers told me I'm the man
I just chose to believe 'em
I met God, got real with Fat
Then I told the boppers I don't need 'em
Gave 'em early dismissal
Earned my stripes like officials
I don't flow, boy, I spit epistles
For all my partners packing pistols
Eat the beat to the gristle
Spit it out, catch the next one
I use peace for direction
And got piece for protection, ouu
Haters peep the progression
They get salty like Epsom
Swear the style ambidextrous
All my dawgs fly; Jetsons
And they from the H, Astro
Got my psyche from maslow
You the type that they blast at
I'm the type that they blast fo'
'Bout to cause a fiasco
Cop some merch, help my cash flow
Trash rappers getting sonned
This the "hey, I'm your dad"-flow
Everything I do macro, not micro
I'm a cyclone when the mic's on
And the dice roll
They say I ate like an iPhone
I'm just tryna hit milestones
Devil call, he get dial tone
I glow like Prince Akeem and Fat my queen
She out here getting her Lisa McDowell on
Yeah, look, catch the wave like a shore drift
Flow on point like a swordfish
I need all trash rap to forfeit
Every beat I touch make the morgue's list
Might about to be on the Forbes list
Jeff got the flame like the torch lit
And we was raised to box like a forklift
Yeah, so watch how you handle the king
Swear to God, in my school days I wasn't too saved
Blew Jay's, no Canada team
Ouu, yeah, not the manner in which I use my country grammar
Make 'em speak in tongues like "Panda", ouu
They believe in me like Santa, ouu
Every bar I spit is manner, ouu
Got the juice like tropicana, ouu
My partners touch touch more white than vana, ouu
Hopefully, they'll meet Hosanna, ouu
Momma lowkey want a Phantom, ouu
Me and Fat the coldest tandem, ouu
Me and Reeks be hella random, ouu
They should play this like the anthem, ouu
I'm gone

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