Codes Into Flows
I ain't even gotta tell you twice
These type of games played out on the field everyday
That shit be outta sight
We steady improving plotting in disguise
Can't waste no time fucking around with clown shit
That's money on my mind
Influential how it flows, How could they keep it low
Slow they tell me slow my roll, But I can't help it though
High flying by across the sky, Bitch I got it under control
They wanna knock me off my zone
But no, I cannot let it go
Funny how intentions show
The moment that I walk through the door
Steppin' on in with explicit lyrics
Layin' it down on the floor
You try to mimic you gone choke
Duplicating these styles you don't know
So I suggest remain where the fuck you stay
Play with the fire get smoked
I ain't even gotta lie look me in the eye
They'll really do you dirty just to get by
Seen it happen once, seen it happen twice
Typa shit that happens when you play nice
Pick em wisely be honest
You try to rush in it you fuck up the rhyming
Breaking down these cheat codes into flows
With words I'm combining
No excuse me I don't need cosigning
I've been on it since I was a minor
Fucking up the game from beneath the concrete
I guess you can say I'm a miner
Scheming blueprints like assignments
Ahead of the class fuck your timing
Never was the type to stay silent
Built a lab now I'm cooking the science
Fucking up the game from beneath the concrete
I guess you can say I'm a miner
Scheming blueprints like assignments
Ahead of the class fuck your timing
Never was the type to stay silent
Built a lab now I'm cooking the science
Only spitting facts ain't no denying
They want to put you down when they see you trying
Showing fake love I ain't buying it
Throw it back on the shelf for redesigning
Just a prototype another duplicate
Same rap flow and music who you foolin kid
That's the typa shit that I ain't fuckin with
So I keep my distance like when COVID hit
Bitch I'm really a Sick Fuck
Can't you tell by the way that I spit it out
Lick you up head to toe got you wigging out
Always talking that shit they don't rap about
That's without a doubt
I never been in it for the clout
So it's best to keep my name out your mouth
Loose lips get you caught slippin into a drought
And I'm out
These type of games played out on the field everyday
That shit be outta sight
We steady improving plotting in disguise
Can't waste no time fucking around with clown shit
That's money on my mind
Influential how it flows, How could they keep it low
Slow they tell me slow my roll, But I can't help it though
High flying by across the sky, Bitch I got it under control
They wanna knock me off my zone
But no, I cannot let it go
Funny how intentions show
The moment that I walk through the door
Steppin' on in with explicit lyrics
Layin' it down on the floor
You try to mimic you gone choke
Duplicating these styles you don't know
So I suggest remain where the fuck you stay
Play with the fire get smoked
I ain't even gotta lie look me in the eye
They'll really do you dirty just to get by
Seen it happen once, seen it happen twice
Typa shit that happens when you play nice
Pick em wisely be honest
You try to rush in it you fuck up the rhyming
Breaking down these cheat codes into flows
With words I'm combining
No excuse me I don't need cosigning
I've been on it since I was a minor
Fucking up the game from beneath the concrete
I guess you can say I'm a miner
Scheming blueprints like assignments
Ahead of the class fuck your timing
Never was the type to stay silent
Built a lab now I'm cooking the science
Fucking up the game from beneath the concrete
I guess you can say I'm a miner
Scheming blueprints like assignments
Ahead of the class fuck your timing
Never was the type to stay silent
Built a lab now I'm cooking the science
Only spitting facts ain't no denying
They want to put you down when they see you trying
Showing fake love I ain't buying it
Throw it back on the shelf for redesigning
Just a prototype another duplicate
Same rap flow and music who you foolin kid
That's the typa shit that I ain't fuckin with
So I keep my distance like when COVID hit
Bitch I'm really a Sick Fuck
Can't you tell by the way that I spit it out
Lick you up head to toe got you wigging out
Always talking that shit they don't rap about
That's without a doubt
I never been in it for the clout
So it's best to keep my name out your mouth
Loose lips get you caught slippin into a drought
And I'm out
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Writer(s): Fausto Casillas Jr
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