Contagious Flow
Oooh... this here, This that contagious flow
Scripted by the most gifted his lyrics so untamable
Some try deny it, they hate it, man don't wan say he cold
I just break it down to you boldly, No, they won't make me fold
You should sculpt your life around my stature, but I came from mold, then I spread my Knowledge, I don't expire... I'm made for growth
Picture me sayin a pussy nigga could take my soul
That'd be the day Trump being president could change the globe
The rap game needs me, they don't wan face it tho
I'm not inferior to riches I can take ya hoe
Then have her tell all of her friends to go and make my dough
So undebatable, Godly is how the made my glow
Ayo, Get down wit me, or get down from the mini semi
No henny in me, grand marnier in my fifth is filthy
Used to chase pennys but now the benjis stacc up so nifty
Right inside my poccet, I Hussle hard like I'm kin ta Nipsey
We bacc on attacc, flag to the left yep, but I'm stashin the gat
A master to facts, and I still wanna try to own
My masters in fact
You cannot control me nor console with me
You can't compete nor can you roll wit me
I'm my own mission
You betta know it nigga, stay wise like old niggas
Still I... don't trust no nigga, get it jumpin like four niggas, on one!
I'm levels beyond the sun I shine different, you can't rhyme with it
I make ya head nod nigga, you'd getcha head rocced nigga, and that's on God!
My type of flex can't be robbed, an innovator to heart, y'all niggas faking the art
Naming em greats but they novices, I don't break not a promise, it's no mistake
No facade, And this novel is just another notch, on the belt of the greatest champ
They know I'm goin take it there
I know all ya greatest fears, ya weakness and Flaws
I'm the reaper in the darkness, I'm not seekin ya spot
I'm just tryna fleece you for profit, nigga!
But that's just how it is when you're raised in Sin
I changed my life over again so I can raise my kids
I chase the checc, so all I really need is the paper, yet
I sound so polished, when I spit and still ain't made it yet!
I guess that's just how it is when you're made ta win
I'll change my life over again so I can raise my kids
I chase the checc, so all I really need is the paper, yet
I'm soundin like the boss, I'm on my job, and they goin pay me next! Tay!
Scripted by the most gifted his lyrics so untamable
Some try deny it, they hate it, man don't wan say he cold
I just break it down to you boldly, No, they won't make me fold
You should sculpt your life around my stature, but I came from mold, then I spread my Knowledge, I don't expire... I'm made for growth
Picture me sayin a pussy nigga could take my soul
That'd be the day Trump being president could change the globe
The rap game needs me, they don't wan face it tho
I'm not inferior to riches I can take ya hoe
Then have her tell all of her friends to go and make my dough
So undebatable, Godly is how the made my glow
Ayo, Get down wit me, or get down from the mini semi
No henny in me, grand marnier in my fifth is filthy
Used to chase pennys but now the benjis stacc up so nifty
Right inside my poccet, I Hussle hard like I'm kin ta Nipsey
We bacc on attacc, flag to the left yep, but I'm stashin the gat
A master to facts, and I still wanna try to own
My masters in fact
You cannot control me nor console with me
You can't compete nor can you roll wit me
I'm my own mission
You betta know it nigga, stay wise like old niggas
Still I... don't trust no nigga, get it jumpin like four niggas, on one!
I'm levels beyond the sun I shine different, you can't rhyme with it
I make ya head nod nigga, you'd getcha head rocced nigga, and that's on God!
My type of flex can't be robbed, an innovator to heart, y'all niggas faking the art
Naming em greats but they novices, I don't break not a promise, it's no mistake
No facade, And this novel is just another notch, on the belt of the greatest champ
They know I'm goin take it there
I know all ya greatest fears, ya weakness and Flaws
I'm the reaper in the darkness, I'm not seekin ya spot
I'm just tryna fleece you for profit, nigga!
But that's just how it is when you're raised in Sin
I changed my life over again so I can raise my kids
I chase the checc, so all I really need is the paper, yet
I sound so polished, when I spit and still ain't made it yet!
I guess that's just how it is when you're made ta win
I'll change my life over again so I can raise my kids
I chase the checc, so all I really need is the paper, yet
I'm soundin like the boss, I'm on my job, and they goin pay me next! Tay!
Credits
Writer(s): Tashan Adams
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