Flowin
Wake up in the morning
Feeling like a new me
Who's tf I these niggas
Acting like they knew me
I swear my life feeling like a movie
Me and my girl you know
We kick it like Bruce Lee
And I fell in love with my
Freedom of speech
You gotta dirty mouth
You Betta swallow this bleach
I smoke so much weed
I know you niggas can't reach
Y'all be my students
Watch a young nigga teach
And I'm screaming free my niggas
Out that damn prison
You know I'm number one
Check my damn ribbon
I'm just walking through this world
Thank God I'm still living
I'mma keep grinding even if
I'm on my pivot
I just wanna live lavish
And paint all these pictures vivid
Middle finger to these new niggas
Outchea stealing lyrics
The game weak now
What happened to the rap spirit
And when it comes to death
I don't even fucking fear it
I'm working on my tape
I can't wait for you to hear it
Crushing In the fast lane
Watch a nigga steer it
I made this far
Much love to my peers shit
Flipping these lyrics
Just like a nigga be flipping bricks
Imma big dog with a bone
Don't even carry sticks
And I'll pop this gun
On some cherry shit
I don't even beef so save
All of the embarrassment
When it comes to my rap moments
Just know I cherish
I'mma treat this beat like gold
Watch me bury it
And you know I got that
Tubman no Harriet
I know all these new rappers
Faker then fucking fairy flicks
Back on my old shit
Flowing just like the ocean
Smoking something potent
Gotta nigga just choking
I'm coming back with a vengeance
Y'all know this gone
Feeling like a new me
Who's tf I these niggas
Acting like they knew me
I swear my life feeling like a movie
Me and my girl you know
We kick it like Bruce Lee
And I fell in love with my
Freedom of speech
You gotta dirty mouth
You Betta swallow this bleach
I smoke so much weed
I know you niggas can't reach
Y'all be my students
Watch a young nigga teach
And I'm screaming free my niggas
Out that damn prison
You know I'm number one
Check my damn ribbon
I'm just walking through this world
Thank God I'm still living
I'mma keep grinding even if
I'm on my pivot
I just wanna live lavish
And paint all these pictures vivid
Middle finger to these new niggas
Outchea stealing lyrics
The game weak now
What happened to the rap spirit
And when it comes to death
I don't even fucking fear it
I'm working on my tape
I can't wait for you to hear it
Crushing In the fast lane
Watch a nigga steer it
I made this far
Much love to my peers shit
Flipping these lyrics
Just like a nigga be flipping bricks
Imma big dog with a bone
Don't even carry sticks
And I'll pop this gun
On some cherry shit
I don't even beef so save
All of the embarrassment
When it comes to my rap moments
Just know I cherish
I'mma treat this beat like gold
Watch me bury it
And you know I got that
Tubman no Harriet
I know all these new rappers
Faker then fucking fairy flicks
Back on my old shit
Flowing just like the ocean
Smoking something potent
Gotta nigga just choking
I'm coming back with a vengeance
Y'all know this gone
Credits
Writer(s): Trevon Mitchell
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