Fonte, Big Poon, Little Brother,
One time, check it, pure purpose,
For me and C to stop home,
drop the beat cause he Big Poe
it ain't a sprint, it's a marathon homie
The state of rap is garbage,
but Fonte's flow is so retarded
Jerry Lewis throw telethons for me
I'm only eight bars from my conclusion
so I don't lose you niggas
Cause with or without a record deal
My wrecking skill's a term
Up high, hit me with a beat
Cause y 'all niggas must've forgot
Little brother motherfucker
We just flow through your soul
We take you back to where
We just flow, lose control
Keep on, keep on going on
Drank a few beers, smoked with my peers
Let the habit die just to bring it right
back for I put it to the side
Rocked a few shows, fucked a few hoes
But when niggas get dope,
Had an album in the stores,
And this is the skinny from that big boy
Put your hands in the air,
make some motherfuckin' noise
We just flow through your soul
We just flow, lose control
Keep on flowin' on and on
We just flow through your soul,
We just flow, lose control,
Yo, is that soul for your mind
Yo, you're putting it down tonight