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Flows that'll make man run out the room Come back from the dead like from out the tomb They wanna work on a full-time job When I get the same money in from out a Q Flow's kinda mad, he was talking the best It's kinda mad if you're talking the best If I come around, put man's theory to bed See me on a late night, skrring the feds It's that, sixteens on the track, not a thing Dead man on a tune, throw the body in the air Leave the indirects in your house on a real I don't wanna show up nobody in here Cold flow long before I had a gold tooth I'mma tell you something real funny and it's true I ain't even made no money from the booth Somebody's going nowhere, not me When I'm holding the mic, flying the flag For the bruddas that wrap with a Tesco bag 'Fore a man had bars, best go back To the pad, get a lighter and S-O that Spin man for the banter, best know that We all know that I'm hard and you're just all that You ain't got money but you're dressed all that Line still bang, I don't stress all that What you gonna say when I'm live going in? What you gonna say when the tune gets spin? Back to the start, cuh I bar, going in Sitting down, tryna front like you're parring the ting You're a par in the ting, man go H•A•M Bare headshots, man, bare arm in the ting Man better cool when you're shouting war You ain't got no firearm in the ting Flow's deeper than most Can't slap me, it's like teasing a ghost We ain't the same, that's the reason I'm cold Come through giving out seasonal coats Grind through the winter, seasonal quote Food on the table, Lee's in a home Everyday's chase money till Lee's in a home Fire in the Booth when I'm squeezing the chrome, tell a man fall back Jumped in the game with an eight-ball stack And I might start shower like April's back Yeah, I've got friends, but they ain't all fam Seen way more than an eight-ball, fam Talking 'bout bricks but you lie in your tracks Swear down, you don't sleep or lie in the trap If you've really got bare Os in the trap Why you wanna shoot videos in the trap? That's mad things on my mind I wanna say Man wanna know what I grind in a day But I need more, not enough time in the day Man wanna know what I'm gonna spray If I come to your town, start letting off flows in the air As a warning, you better get down Get down, more time chasing the belly [?] a dead ting, that's the only time that you're raising a semi Think you're Meek Mill till I come around like Freddy Cold on the mic Showering down, no matter what I do like Nelly and Kelly Grind and I write, I don't watch no telly Better step back when I'm holding the mic On the M-way, flying back, Os in the ride Lost all heart, now I'm cold in the grind Lost in the grind so I don't know dinnertime Live on the air, get a reload, man Man made a [?] wanna reload man Time's on my face like [?], fam Life is a gamble, casino, fam In the future, fam, I can't see no can Heavy on the mic, can't see no man Sorry for the wait something like a kilo, fam Deep in the rap and the ego, fam Now I've got bars, can't fear no man Run out the room when you hear [?] Wanna link girls with your trap phone in your bag But I know dem man are getting zero bread Me, I need money, can't hear no feds I need money, can't hear no peng Got half in the can like a beer open In the streets, dem man have got zero cred Really can't stand no-flow MCs Just wanna know why your name's on your tee The way that I flow like I'm made for the beat Can't keep up, man are chasing the- Really can't stand no-flow MCs Just wanna know why your name's on your tee The way that I flow like I'm made for the beat Ayy, Capo
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