Flashpoint
There's a difference between us and the margin couldn't be wider
I got play money in Doge but my baby Alibaba
Still matrimony the mattress money
I welcome sidewinders
Because that metal fix the tight spot like we brought the pliers
I heard you sought the writer
Not these niggas who cough fables
Who turn witness like Lebron with the chalk at the score table
I can burn bridges and still secure the payload
Twist the booth
I'm Clark Kent with the pay phone
Deliver to your step like Amos
Smell the Mont Blanc best up off my Play Clothes
Bruere Blanc dress the mirepoix plus potatoes
You war with god who could rock you like a cradle
Jacque Mus evening wear and carets all on my angel
They raising bread off my formula
How you not see the proof of my style
Another band to break when I loosen the vowels
Hands shake but the proof in the smile
Watch who rapping with you
I'm not the one to rattle nigga
Fake love and the dagger slippers
Trying to catch me off my deem
I dodge the backstab
Niggas get packed with the grab trying to catch ruffles with the regime
Mad sad when I show them how to tussle with Kadeem
That's a no-no
Told me they going to pop up on the scene, but they a no show
Make your block sound like pots and pans from the team
We on go-go
So relax my nigga
Can dispute it all but the facts my nigga
Facts my nigga
I got play money in Doge but my baby Alibaba
Still matrimony the mattress money
I welcome sidewinders
Because that metal fix the tight spot like we brought the pliers
I heard you sought the writer
Not these niggas who cough fables
Who turn witness like Lebron with the chalk at the score table
I can burn bridges and still secure the payload
Twist the booth
I'm Clark Kent with the pay phone
Deliver to your step like Amos
Smell the Mont Blanc best up off my Play Clothes
Bruere Blanc dress the mirepoix plus potatoes
You war with god who could rock you like a cradle
Jacque Mus evening wear and carets all on my angel
They raising bread off my formula
How you not see the proof of my style
Another band to break when I loosen the vowels
Hands shake but the proof in the smile
Watch who rapping with you
I'm not the one to rattle nigga
Fake love and the dagger slippers
Trying to catch me off my deem
I dodge the backstab
Niggas get packed with the grab trying to catch ruffles with the regime
Mad sad when I show them how to tussle with Kadeem
That's a no-no
Told me they going to pop up on the scene, but they a no show
Make your block sound like pots and pans from the team
We on go-go
So relax my nigga
Can dispute it all but the facts my nigga
Facts my nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Kadeem Mcintosh
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