Flows Pt2 (Bandsmix)
(Feelin' the pressure i know they feelin' the pressure
I know they feeling the pressure, I know they yeah)
My brodie got locked, man this shit ain't the same
Remember them days that Me and the gang
Would pull up and play with them things
We did it for fun don't care bout the fame (Fame)
Look, I ain't see the change (Change)
No, I ain't see the change (Change yeah) look
The feelings that's piling he feeling insane
They think that he wildin' but don't feel the pain
The media lying they lied on his name
This shit got me crying don't know what to say
Don't know about faith but for bro ima pray (For bro ima pray)
For bro ima pray
Your future was bright like a hot summer day
Your T-shirt was white until you caught a stain
Tryn' take ya life but they took his away
They say karma's a bitch she a Pussy and fake
That's prolly why they got bro locked in a cage
I'm not gonna stop til I'm up like a raise
These niggas move wock they gone turn like a page (Turn like a page)
They Gone turn like a page
I'm not gonna stop til I'm up like a raise
These niggas move wock they gone turn like a page
This shit isn't easy
I know that they need me (Need me)
Your bitch wanna see me
I told her I'm sorry (Sorry)
My bitch ride like a rari (Rari)
And she wet like a squeegee
It's water like Figi
Yeah I know my dick good (Good)
Got the pipe like a heater
And no I don't need her (Don't need her)
I just wanna fuck her (Fuck her)
So she swallow the semen
She evil like Frieza (Frieza)
Get cut off like a caesar
She swear I'm a teacher
Ain't shit I could teach her
She move like a demon (Demon)
But bitch I'm the reaper
And you not a keeper (Keeper)
So no I can't keep her (Can't keep her)
But I cannot leave her
You don't know the reason
The bitch she be tweakin'
Pussy sing like The Weeknd
And now that I'm working these bitches be on it
I'm stacking my chicken you won't see me flaunt it
You use to front on the kid every night
Now you be hittin' my line in the morning
(Yeah)
I'm stacking my chicken you won't see me flaunt it
You use to front on the kid every night
Now you be hittin' my line in the morning
Now u be hittin' my line now you outta time cause I'm in my bag now (Bag now)
When I be writin these rhymes they know Ian lyin cause I keep the caps down
(Caps down)
Niggas know when I come up I'm not gonna front I'm not gonna back down
(Back down)
Me and my niggas gone slide you know we outside like kids at a blackout
(Bands)
I know they feeling the pressure, I know they yeah)
My brodie got locked, man this shit ain't the same
Remember them days that Me and the gang
Would pull up and play with them things
We did it for fun don't care bout the fame (Fame)
Look, I ain't see the change (Change)
No, I ain't see the change (Change yeah) look
The feelings that's piling he feeling insane
They think that he wildin' but don't feel the pain
The media lying they lied on his name
This shit got me crying don't know what to say
Don't know about faith but for bro ima pray (For bro ima pray)
For bro ima pray
Your future was bright like a hot summer day
Your T-shirt was white until you caught a stain
Tryn' take ya life but they took his away
They say karma's a bitch she a Pussy and fake
That's prolly why they got bro locked in a cage
I'm not gonna stop til I'm up like a raise
These niggas move wock they gone turn like a page (Turn like a page)
They Gone turn like a page
I'm not gonna stop til I'm up like a raise
These niggas move wock they gone turn like a page
This shit isn't easy
I know that they need me (Need me)
Your bitch wanna see me
I told her I'm sorry (Sorry)
My bitch ride like a rari (Rari)
And she wet like a squeegee
It's water like Figi
Yeah I know my dick good (Good)
Got the pipe like a heater
And no I don't need her (Don't need her)
I just wanna fuck her (Fuck her)
So she swallow the semen
She evil like Frieza (Frieza)
Get cut off like a caesar
She swear I'm a teacher
Ain't shit I could teach her
She move like a demon (Demon)
But bitch I'm the reaper
And you not a keeper (Keeper)
So no I can't keep her (Can't keep her)
But I cannot leave her
You don't know the reason
The bitch she be tweakin'
Pussy sing like The Weeknd
And now that I'm working these bitches be on it
I'm stacking my chicken you won't see me flaunt it
You use to front on the kid every night
Now you be hittin' my line in the morning
(Yeah)
I'm stacking my chicken you won't see me flaunt it
You use to front on the kid every night
Now you be hittin' my line in the morning
Now u be hittin' my line now you outta time cause I'm in my bag now (Bag now)
When I be writin these rhymes they know Ian lyin cause I keep the caps down
(Caps down)
Niggas know when I come up I'm not gonna front I'm not gonna back down
(Back down)
Me and my niggas gone slide you know we outside like kids at a blackout
(Bands)
Credits
Writer(s): Raysean Hayes
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