Mobile Flow>AZ Lyrics

Two dollars to my name, and ya boy gon' spend it

Fuck a debit card, cash flow use credit

Rapping off dome, J Z will never finish

Bad bitch cooking fried rice speaking Spanish

Cold for the chicken, imma turn grits to gold

Valley need to represent, do this for my soul

Laying in the desert like a lizard but I'm still just a kid from the coast on the journey for The Most high

Edibles or weed and ya boy playing both sides

This a truth serum, J Zav yea I don't lie

If I stand on my words, then I'm taller than Sofi

Hundreds turn to Mils, thank god my raps so fly

Jack style from the Kings, man I call that shit an Ace

Queen on my side, and she got a pretty face

Gun on my waist, you know it's the same name

Cause my girl and I broke up and I ain't got shit to say

Now I got the courage, imma cook you in this kitchen

Cause the Stu is my home, we ain't dry because I'm spitting

Even tho the desert is my home

I got drip all over, like I came from Wild Rivers

And the words they be slipping off the tongue

Mobile flow, like a serpent, but a legend with my lungs

If you want the smoke, then I'm the one to trust

Whether it's an eighth for ya top, or 8 bars off the top

Many men couldn't keep up with this pen

I was lost for a minute then I found my soul again

The worst calling for any type of man

Is a call where you jump in head first without a plan

I'm just tryna get my cash now, fuck a new advance

This the era of my independence, fuck Uncle Sam

I ain't need a band or a fucking gang just to rap

West coast give ideas that everybody scrap

Gang shit ain't gon put my life flat

But I know a couple villains, want revenge hit me back

His aim shit, cause he follow where I spat

Young man and he sus cause he holding up a strap