Flawless ft. Mr. Wick Lyrics

Uh, seat back, feelin' flawless

Benihana for my lunch, cause I'm a artist

Look, you know I shine regardless

I'm in this bitch like Viagra, I'm the hardest

Sittin' in a room full of killers, they don't even rap

You used to seein' shooters, got snipers' hoodies, let's run it back

Politics with millionaires, private rooms and Cadillacs

Only bosses know done been there and done that

Slidin' to the villa, got backwoods and blunt raps

All designer weed, my dispensary, I run that

My anxiety gets sky high, so step back

And if you wanna try me, you fuck boy, get a head tap

I don't wanna do no talkin', homie, where my bread at

I'm a true hustler, ain't no place where my bed at

I do not celebrate anything my nigga dead that

Had to take some losses just to show me where my head at

Hear that? Big facts, Freddy's back

Used to seein' packs wrapped in brown paper stacks

Catchin' custos before they cut them off at the tracks

That early hustle really gave y'all a style you could jack

I was that, now I'm this, still ballin' like a fish

Shot callin' Coach Carter like I'm part of the flick

I done brick-flipped, flipped chicks in designer fits

A type of different dips, all kinda different fish

A reminder, keep your grind up when you rhymin' like this

Whoa, too many bars to make them twitch

It's feelin' like I empty clips to the cop clip

Plus dollars on my side, ain't no way you stoppin' this

Swellin' up both your eyes, so ain't no way you watchin' this

Had to start from the bottom, I ain't have a pot to piss

Aye pops, I got the shit, nothing handed to me

I had to grind for this, spittin' timeless shit

She ain't love me, so I drop the bitch

That trying to hold me back, give me my credit, you niggas owe me that

Niggas act pussy alone, so where your homies at

Matter of fact, fuck it, my nigga, we all dressed in black

Nigga got a problem with rage, he better stand on that

Anytime they counted me out, you know I handle that

These rappers only do it for clout, so where your band at

My nigga strapped up like some soldiers, we brought our camo hats

Bringin' lightning' straight through the dark, I'm like some candle wax