CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The Beat De’von Picked Flow
Yeah
This is what happens when you make divine
Picky, Get Twisted Sundays
Ay, look, flow's amazin', this a demonstration, at it for real
Bomb in the sun like a raisin, word to Langston Hughes before the quill
Was used to pen the poem of Harlem
I commune in Houston, word to Harden
There's no one immune to fruits of stardom
Especially if the seed is spruced inside the garden
Of Eden, southwest my region
I told the hood to lean on me; Morgan Freeman
I used to have that tree on me, more than vegans
Got uglier than Leon Spinks on the weekend
Before I deepen what I was thinking
That's why I was sinking, rise no more, eyes so sore
I feel like scripture implied folklore
But it didn't, I got aggravated, trash rap oversaturated
I'm non-violent, but my partners'll still put your cap in the air like you graduated
It's so crucial yet so truthful, bars are so fruitful
I think the picture clear, I don't doodle
That's why a lot of my books on my noodle
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ah, ah, ah
Can't get 'em off me, I'm so saucy
Plus I keep Elohim in my posse
Plus my skin the same color as coffee
With no dairy, it's scary, came a long way from those thotties
Word to Treach, my nature was naughty
'Till I felt like possibly I could be king Joffrey
Jovah, no sir, you can't get no closer
I need space to get my momma a new ponderosa
Tell your girl get out my DM, I don't want no chocha
I got friends that's black and white, lowkey like Sammy Sosa
Huh
Like Sammy Sosa
Hahaha
Like Sammy Sosa
Hahaha
Like Sammy Sosa
I'm gone
This is what happens when you make divine
Picky, Get Twisted Sundays
Ay, look, flow's amazin', this a demonstration, at it for real
Bomb in the sun like a raisin, word to Langston Hughes before the quill
Was used to pen the poem of Harlem
I commune in Houston, word to Harden
There's no one immune to fruits of stardom
Especially if the seed is spruced inside the garden
Of Eden, southwest my region
I told the hood to lean on me; Morgan Freeman
I used to have that tree on me, more than vegans
Got uglier than Leon Spinks on the weekend
Before I deepen what I was thinking
That's why I was sinking, rise no more, eyes so sore
I feel like scripture implied folklore
But it didn't, I got aggravated, trash rap oversaturated
I'm non-violent, but my partners'll still put your cap in the air like you graduated
It's so crucial yet so truthful, bars are so fruitful
I think the picture clear, I don't doodle
That's why a lot of my books on my noodle
Ouu, ouu, ouu, ouu, ah, ah, ah
Can't get 'em off me, I'm so saucy
Plus I keep Elohim in my posse
Plus my skin the same color as coffee
With no dairy, it's scary, came a long way from those thotties
Word to Treach, my nature was naughty
'Till I felt like possibly I could be king Joffrey
Jovah, no sir, you can't get no closer
I need space to get my momma a new ponderosa
Tell your girl get out my DM, I don't want no chocha
I got friends that's black and white, lowkey like Sammy Sosa
Huh
Like Sammy Sosa
Hahaha
Like Sammy Sosa
Hahaha
Like Sammy Sosa
I'm gone
