Flowstate Lyrics

No peers - I'm in the zone all by myself

Fuck the ops fuck the cops i got the belt

I'm the champ catch a cramp and fight right thru

Put em up you think you tough you get screwed

Into The ground I pound the flow I got is nice

Your chick I hit she lick my dick all night

Like rick I'm slick I hit her with the pipe

Quick to slip my tip in ta your fucking wife

Now you Relax relapse I'm giving you the dope

Intergalactic savage in your tele-scope

I'm nice with dice so give that shit a roll

My Neck is iced precise, and Yo I got the soul

People equal lethal as I'm coming just ta rhyme

Seasoned beefing beating up you bitches just fine

No threat no sweat - no debt to pay

Bribing guys with 9 to 5's an tell em what to say

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

Shoot when I loot the store, Roof I remove the floor

Truth dispute the raw, shoot thru all four doors

Bulletproof the coupe, cute boots suits an rims

Denigrate fake hate make you hit the gym

Bitch its sink or swim, drink and think again

Mink as I blink, wink ink drip thru tip of your pen

Staining blaming friends, aiming gaining ends

Shooting thru the lens, beefing till we meet again

No fucking way you can compete

Maintain training even in my sleep

Some cats plotting - but you better let them know

Don't fuck with me if they want to keep that 0 let's go

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

We tear em all ta shreds, heads in bed instead/

I said regret all set get this check and get this bread

Ladies call me mean, because I tell like it is

Kids father doing bids, sing the drama is the biz

Critics in it cynic - with it, split It ready to go

Finish written spitting splitting atoms ready to blow

It's a Fickle equal sequel and I'm ready for part two

Make it happen rapping off napkins if you think that this cute

Neighbor's haters later - hit me up for cash

But they was flossing talking brash before all that

But it gets real in the field the meal you lack

The mice like rice and rat and put a knife up in your back

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down

All night

We going fuck this shit up

All day

We going tear this shit down