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No Flockin’ Flow
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Tobe Nwigwe
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Kick it, kick it, yeah Get Twisted Sundays, we ain't gon' waste no time, look This no flockin', this beat rockin' Southwest raised, G mud still poppin' The blades still choppin', the babes still boppin' The rap game look like the new slave auction Can I get the what? Can I get the who? I flow for the trigger-happy rappin' jiggaboos And those that be itchin' to clap back and think it's cool Who pack a SMG, but don't work at the ticket booth Look, no movie Real raps in my iTunes, no Uzi Lowkey, Fat fine, but she pose goofy I keep flow raw, but it's no sushi Boy, I'm on, wipe me down like the old Boosie Yeah, show them Sim's pair of shoes Shoutout Sim, he the coldest with the dance moves Try love, try God and you can't lose But chop in, I'm a show you what these hands do Yeah, young Jerm hit me up, said she movin' down Used to ride metro, but I'm boomin' now I only rap to keep the ratio of coonin' down Don't sleep on me, I got no chill Every beat I'm on, roadkill God blessed me with Chi like Rotel 'Cause I ride his coattail Both my partnas still make dope sales And they be like "Oh, well" Rock so much ice, it look like snow fell And they move it wholesale Go tell it on the mountain This weak well to the people pronouncin' My last name actin' like it's a fountain Of consonants when they makin' announcements I'm tired of it, stop it I do God's work, I'm philanthropic I keep my bid glistening like a prophet And Hell, if I ain't the plug then I'm the socket I swear the whole hood got my back like the chiropractor 'Cause every bar I get it poppin' like a firecracker I'm tryin' to go from Genesis to the final chapter So whenever the trumpet blow, I survive the rapture Yeah, yeah, you catch me hanggliding on clouds Screaming out "No diggity, no doubt" Elohim next to me lookin' Hennessy brown, we both jiggin' That's why I'm married to the game, I ain't know different Used to dream about the slab with the fo's tippin' Back when Twista and Do or Die had me Po' Pimpin' Every bar guava, you could see the flow drippin' Yeah, don't touch my drip, let it marinate That's why I'm good in every hood like a pair of J's It's the reason every track I'm on, I defecate Prayer line 5:30 just to meditate Me and Fat lowkey lookin' for a wedding date I swear I rap for every Piru and Hoover tryin' to maneuver Around the barricade at the pearly gates Let a sin never rest, need a rest haven Keep it movin', never worry about the steps taken I give middle fingers to Satan wrestling with God Demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless Jacob I'm gone
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