no flockin flow

kick it

kick it yeah

get twisted sundays

ain't gon' waste no time

look

this no flockin'

this beat rockin'

southwest raised

g mud still poppin'

the blades still choppin'

the babes still boppin'

the rap game look like the new slave auction

can i get the what? can i get the who?

i flow for the trigger-happy rappin' jiggaboos

and those that be itchin' to clap back and think it's cool

who pack a smg but don't work at the ticket booth

look

no movie

real raps in my itunes

no uzi

lowkey

fat fine

but she pose goofy

i keep flow raw

but it's no sushi

boy i'm on

wipe me down like the old boosie

yeah

show them sim's pair of shoes

shoutout sim

he the coldest with the dance moves

try love

try god and you can't lose

but chop in

i'm a show you what these hands do

yeah

young jerm hit me up

said she movin' down

used to ride metro but i'm boomin' now

i only rap to keep the ratio of coonin' down

don't sleep on me

i got no chill

every beat i'm on

roadkill

god blessed me with chi like rotel

'cause i ride his coattail

both my partnas still make dope sales

and they be like 'oh

well'

rock so much ice

it look like snow fell

and they move it wholesale

go tell it on the mountain

this weak well to the people pronouncin'

my last name actin' like it's a fountain

of consonants when they makin' announcements

i'm tired of it

stop it

i do god's work

i'm philanthropic

i keep my bid glistening like a prophet

and hell

if i ain't the plug then i'm the socket

i swear the whole hood got my back like the chiropractor

'cause every bar i get it poppin' like a firecracker

i'm tryin' to go from genesis to the final chapter

so whenever the trumpet blow

i survive the rapture

yeah

yeah

you catch me hang gliding on clouds

screaming out 'no diggity

no doubt'

elohim next to me lookin' hennessy brown

we both jiggin'

that's why i'm married to the game

i ain't know different

used to dream about the slab with the fo's tippin'

back when twista and do or die had me po' pimpin'

every bar guava

you could see the flow drippin'

yeah

don't touch my drip

let it marinate

that's why i'm good in every hood like a pair of j's

it's the reason every track i'm on

i defecate

prayer line 5: 30 just to meditate

me and fat lowkey lookin' for a wedding date

i swear i rap for every piru and hoover tryin' to maneuver

around the barricade at the pearly gates

let a sin never rest

need a rest haven

keep it movin'

never worry about the steps taken

i give middle fingers to satan wrestling with god

demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless jacob

i'm gone