King Fleaux II

Wasn't really silent but they felt when the pen had dropped
Gas in rotation, when we pass it we spin that block
Compulsive habits magnified by the cash in our socks
Hoping we don't crash, We invested in our streets and our stocks
You niggas really thought you'd stop me from coming, reaching the top?
(You niggas aint fucking with me!)
Duality got my whole mentality split
Confusion with on and off got me still acting like this
Somehow it translates to a young nigga rapping like this
She throw me the cake, now I'm tongue lashing a bitch
I laugh to the bank, The exhaust blast when I dip
I've gone into space to confirm that God still exists
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock
4 o'clock, Fleaux about to motherfucking pop
(You niggas aint fucking with me)
Yea, uh, by 6 o'clock aquire new defenses just for opps
These niggas pussified, the way the pistol thump the pussy pop
This shit intensifies, Everybody in the whip been blowing fye
So we desensitized, If you knew what I know you wouldn't ask why
My nigga my Fleaux wicked
Come for the hundas, like a compact civic, With a pump in it
Blunt full of purp probably done blurred my vision
I splurge different, make the cat purr right into submission
I'd abort the mission, you're one short of an honorable mention
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock rock
4 o'clock, Fleaux about to motherfucking pop,
Thought I wasn't the one, well shit well I'm motherfucking not
the one to fuck with, this comes down to you and I
Now I'll probably die before I decide to forfeit
Fleaux metamorphic
probably threw God into orbit
God and I metaphoric,
I came to a spoon in the road
I got a fork
And im sipping porridge
barely sober enough to keep pouring
(When I'm high enough I speak foreign)
Shit niggas talkin' shots, I think I'm four in...)
(You niggas ain't fucking with me!)



Credits
Writer(s): Dearick Milton Jr
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