RexxFlow
Come on, come on
Huh, yea, uh
I've been building my success, simultaneously fixing me, life is more of a mess
Stressing bout how to stay balanced, had to sort some shit out, now a nigga is locked in and focused
Factual spitter, motivational speaker, the bass knocking when I hit them speakers
All my producers love cooking up crack, that knowledge increased, now I'm kinda cracked
Finna get outta healing become the full package
I got a package that I'm waiting to ship, but I'm staying away from relationships, yea
Two tone, bitches see the glow, my inner child comes above the hoes
Cool, calm, and collected five-two nigga, the barriers up, shit is David De Gea
This time, this time, imma do this shit properly, I want that energy knowing well I ain't ready
New car, body art, with locs, done had sex and got my legs locked
Condo coming, ain't I something, I'm still working on some things
Getting forward but I still feel lonely, Imma do me, Iont need no pity
The way Im looking, shit is changing dramatically, Im changing dramatically nigga got dam
My life is a fucking story but no matter how much I say you still won't know me
Get me, hear me, feel me, hmm
Getting used to this lifestyle, style, all I wanna do is pop my style
Got dam now the money comes in piles, hmm
Say you got that dog in you, you is a bitch in the public's perspective of view
Bank account looking like license plate numbers, long distance, risk taker, J Tucker
She's gasping for air, I took her breath away, I need clairvoyance to keep these niggas at bay
I'm 21 bout my latto, yea, stop buying tickets, you not hitting that lotto
Spasmodic tempo this ain't something to copy, dicey, control the board like monopoly
Abiding the law but l'm still catching bodies, abiding the law but l'm still catching bodies
Snakes in the grass, slither in disguise, real eyes, realize, real lies
I-68, 1500 a week, my life ain't even start peaking
Iont be hitting hips less I'm in the back fucking, pacifier and baby how she sucking
Lor Rexx, shoutsout, yea, zone 6, chopping nothing you don't use no sticks
No utilization when shit hits the table, you say you a shooter when you never been able
Ha, dumbass nig
Huh, yea, uh
I've been building my success, simultaneously fixing me, life is more of a mess
Stressing bout how to stay balanced, had to sort some shit out, now a nigga is locked in and focused
Factual spitter, motivational speaker, the bass knocking when I hit them speakers
All my producers love cooking up crack, that knowledge increased, now I'm kinda cracked
Finna get outta healing become the full package
I got a package that I'm waiting to ship, but I'm staying away from relationships, yea
Two tone, bitches see the glow, my inner child comes above the hoes
Cool, calm, and collected five-two nigga, the barriers up, shit is David De Gea
This time, this time, imma do this shit properly, I want that energy knowing well I ain't ready
New car, body art, with locs, done had sex and got my legs locked
Condo coming, ain't I something, I'm still working on some things
Getting forward but I still feel lonely, Imma do me, Iont need no pity
The way Im looking, shit is changing dramatically, Im changing dramatically nigga got dam
My life is a fucking story but no matter how much I say you still won't know me
Get me, hear me, feel me, hmm
Getting used to this lifestyle, style, all I wanna do is pop my style
Got dam now the money comes in piles, hmm
Say you got that dog in you, you is a bitch in the public's perspective of view
Bank account looking like license plate numbers, long distance, risk taker, J Tucker
She's gasping for air, I took her breath away, I need clairvoyance to keep these niggas at bay
I'm 21 bout my latto, yea, stop buying tickets, you not hitting that lotto
Spasmodic tempo this ain't something to copy, dicey, control the board like monopoly
Abiding the law but l'm still catching bodies, abiding the law but l'm still catching bodies
Snakes in the grass, slither in disguise, real eyes, realize, real lies
I-68, 1500 a week, my life ain't even start peaking
Iont be hitting hips less I'm in the back fucking, pacifier and baby how she sucking
Lor Rexx, shoutsout, yea, zone 6, chopping nothing you don't use no sticks
No utilization when shit hits the table, you say you a shooter when you never been able
Ha, dumbass nig
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