Stick Talk Flow

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

Yeah
Haha
Uh, my name is Tobe
And I can rap really good
I'm 'bout to start snapping on
Each and every single beat
That I hear that I like

Two things off top
That I pray a lot but I'm down to box
Fifth grade I had a Magnavox
Jammed a lot of Biggie and a lot of Pac
Lot of homies passed on the block
Nowadays they be packing Glocks
I don't blame 'em, if you see the cops
You gon' raise your hands, you could still get shot
Look but that ain't my mission
Give you the game for free, you just got to pay attention
My raps get a blunt vision, this ain't for no recognition
Look, my partnas still in the kitchen trying to get a pot to piss in
Boy, I used to hit the Ricky Bobby like I was in New Edition
Yeah, yeah, yeah now I just rap
I get on every single track and snap
Shoutout to Austin for picking the track
What's up Big Josh, got the SWAT on my back
Shoutout to Moya, shoutout to Seeny
I'm off the cake and the cream like a Twinkie
Mama need jewelry all over her pinky
She got to shine for the times I was down
She got to shine for the times I was broke
She got to shine for the time that the movement was moving
And thought that the moves was a joke
Switch my approach, change my demeanor
Then I got cash to pay off misdemeanors
Then Houston Magazine made us believers
My flow is a blessing, boy call in the reaper
It's dead
Bow