Ziggy Flow II
On my four year stand gotta get it how I live it
Pushing papers through the mail if you wonder why I didn't
Give you options where to pick it
My career is further lifted
Maybe cause soul is gifted
I show you right by the tickets
Got three phones in the room
And will not make a beep
I don't need to slow me down
While I'm running on the beat
No pre don't come with the heat
But this shit might take some weeks
Like shipping from over seas
And I still got what you need, okay
I drops steaks on gold plates, I go bar for bar
And I ain't talking bout the hoping I do when I park the car
Give 'em something know it's real,
They can tell you who we are
I'm the leader, captain, honcho, the oracle of a star
If you know just like I know
I rep Blaq right next to rose
Need the biddy's at front row
When I'm lighting up a show
Staying home im on the low
Where I go you never know
On the mic I clear my throat
Like I'm drinking down a coke
I'm a peak scoring solider
The legends I recruit
Need at least 20 seats
When I'm eating with the troops
Heard you wasn't cool with me
Gone and tell me what it do?
If you really had a problem
There would be no more of you
Turning up for my release
Gotta practice what I preach
I've been pulling on the time as if tryna break a leash
I'll be back, I repeat
To the bank, currency
Yeah it's cold, got the heat
Need some more follow me, aye
Pushing papers through the mail if you wonder why I didn't
Give you options where to pick it
My career is further lifted
Maybe cause soul is gifted
I show you right by the tickets
Got three phones in the room
And will not make a beep
I don't need to slow me down
While I'm running on the beat
No pre don't come with the heat
But this shit might take some weeks
Like shipping from over seas
And I still got what you need, okay
I drops steaks on gold plates, I go bar for bar
And I ain't talking bout the hoping I do when I park the car
Give 'em something know it's real,
They can tell you who we are
I'm the leader, captain, honcho, the oracle of a star
If you know just like I know
I rep Blaq right next to rose
Need the biddy's at front row
When I'm lighting up a show
Staying home im on the low
Where I go you never know
On the mic I clear my throat
Like I'm drinking down a coke
I'm a peak scoring solider
The legends I recruit
Need at least 20 seats
When I'm eating with the troops
Heard you wasn't cool with me
Gone and tell me what it do?
If you really had a problem
There would be no more of you
Turning up for my release
Gotta practice what I preach
I've been pulling on the time as if tryna break a leash
I'll be back, I repeat
To the bank, currency
Yeah it's cold, got the heat
Need some more follow me, aye
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Writer(s): Xavier Johnson
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