News Flash

You ain't really got it like you say you do
All that fronting got you nothing and you outta suit
Me and my clique we pull up stunting at the rendezvous
When they see you bossing up they get so mad at you
I remember being broke now I got to shit do
MF's always talking like they gotta clue
I got flows on flows on flows I do this for the you
And my city fuck with me get on my altitude
Higher up ya we get breezy need like
Twenty doobs
Champagne popping bitch I'm flossing watch me Dunk on you
In too deep like sunken ships into the
Ocean blue
She sit on my lap and call me Mr
Got the proof
Bubble t pull up the coup and then he pop the roof
And we don't answer none those calls cuz we don't fuck with you
If you had it like the boss then you would do what I do
Ain't you sick of always taking L's
I hate to lose

There's a cost to be the boss
If you ain't paying then you losing
I manifest a destiny and shine like lights with 20 billion lumens
Hula dancing fools is hopping through some hula hoops
I shoot the shit and spit the sleuth
And slide a slice of super food
Into your soup or stew you knew I
Couldn't but I did
Ya that's illusion that I'm proving
Times a bitch and I keep moving
So the rest is sealed in music
Muze Sikk is the best
MF rapper
Rather
First 48
Like Dan Rather
Motherfuckers wanna battle me
I ain't no battle rapper
Imma strap that little laggard to a racket
Shoot em up to Saturn
Hit em with the bone flow
Motherfucker thinking imma bozo
Yes I cop a feel
On your bitch she disappear
Copperfield
Mines diamonds
I'm deep off high on Zion
I saw yall sucked and sighed
Why the fuck y'all think y'all fly
You ain't do it like I dive
Open eyes that in a mind
Then I zip em up and tied
Tongues abundant done abide
I'm so literally legit
Get a Eulogy you it
If you get it then you popping
If you not you bout to pop
And I ain't stopping
24 Inches in the air
They ain't got like I and that ain't fair
I got piles on piles of powerful balance
I'm on it
I live for this moment
Fuck around and get showed up
I was always
Knowing
Deep down
One day
You speaking to the chosen

You ain't really got it like you say you do
All that fronting got you nothing and you outta suit
Me and my clique we pull up stunting at the rendezvous
When they see you bossing up they get so mad at you
I remember being broke now I got to shit do
MF's always talking like they gotta clue
I got flows on flows on flows I do this for the you
And my city fuck with me get on my altitude
Higher up ya we get breezy need like
Twenty doobs
Champagne popping bitch I'm flossing watch me Dunk on you
In too deep like sunken ships into the
Ocean blue
She sit on my lap and call me Mr
Got the proof
Bubble t pull up the coup and then he pop the roof
And we don't answer none those calls cuz we don't fuck with you
If you had it like the boss then you would do what I do
Ain't you sick of always taking L's
I hate to lose