Brother, that's how we gonna do it
One time, check it, pure purpose,
C to stop home, back on the couch
I keep telling my label, it ain't a sprint,
You ain't gotta verify the telephone phony,
the state of rap is garbage
Lewis throw a telethon for me
I'm only eight bars from my conclusion,
I'ma slow it down so I don't
Cause with or without a record deal,
my wrecking skills will turn your
Up high, hit me with a beat
Cause y 'all niggas must've forgot,
little brother motherfucker keep it bubblin'
We just flow through your soul
We take you back to where
We just flow, lose control
Keep on, keep on, on and on
In the past four years I grew a couple
more and I shed a few tears
Drank a few beers, smoked with my peers
Before I put it to the side
Rocked a few shows, fucked a few hoes
Spent a lot of money on shoes and clothes
A1's, probably not I suppose
But when niggas get dope,
Had an album in the stores, well not many
And this is the skinny from that big boy
Put your hands in the air,
make some motherfucking noise
We just flow, through your soul
We just flow, lose control
We just flow through your soul,
we take you back to the days that was old.
We just flow, lose control,