1995 Flow
Lately my skies have just been dark and they grey
I smoke some weed in the morning so I can start off my day
That's how it be lately
Pop some champagne with my team maybe
Got the dream ain't he?
Like please pay me
To be crazy
Over these instrumentals
I'll body these instrumentals
I make all these instrumentals
This shit ain't coincidental
Do this shit everyday
Walk up to heavens gates
I'll talk to god and see his face
And tell him that I'm feeling great
Is this even higher than space?
Are we up here without a trace?
I'm sorry I just got so many questions I'll give your space
I really don't him to feel smothered
The flow is so smooth just like real butter
I run up and take it like street muggers
The biggest shout out to my real brothers
Okay, lost a couple friends trust me both he and she know
All my shots be hitting just like Steph Curry free throws
Never really fucked with you so don't get it twisted
How could we connect? I really hate stupid bitches
Please do not believe all of the comments that I made
I told you that you were the one just so that maybe I'd get laid
Heard a lot about you just like how you gave the best head
So I told that you wouldn't work
And you fucked my best friend
So now he gone too, I don't want him either
My whole town is full of fake shit, I'm the only honest speaker
Got love for one girl there could never be another
She raised me from a baby, man shout out to my mother
Doing my way, the white donald glover
The beats are all original bitch no need for a cover... damn
I smoke some weed in the morning so I can start off my day
That's how it be lately
Pop some champagne with my team maybe
Got the dream ain't he?
Like please pay me
To be crazy
Over these instrumentals
I'll body these instrumentals
I make all these instrumentals
This shit ain't coincidental
Do this shit everyday
Walk up to heavens gates
I'll talk to god and see his face
And tell him that I'm feeling great
Is this even higher than space?
Are we up here without a trace?
I'm sorry I just got so many questions I'll give your space
I really don't him to feel smothered
The flow is so smooth just like real butter
I run up and take it like street muggers
The biggest shout out to my real brothers
Okay, lost a couple friends trust me both he and she know
All my shots be hitting just like Steph Curry free throws
Never really fucked with you so don't get it twisted
How could we connect? I really hate stupid bitches
Please do not believe all of the comments that I made
I told you that you were the one just so that maybe I'd get laid
Heard a lot about you just like how you gave the best head
So I told that you wouldn't work
And you fucked my best friend
So now he gone too, I don't want him either
My whole town is full of fake shit, I'm the only honest speaker
Got love for one girl there could never be another
She raised me from a baby, man shout out to my mother
Doing my way, the white donald glover
The beats are all original bitch no need for a cover... damn
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Writer(s): Devon Smith
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