Joey BadASS - Flow-ers lyrics

rate me

Now

If I ain't know no better

I could have been sucked right up into the setup

But I kept my head up

And every time I fell I would get up

See I don't need no nines and Berettas

I kill with the lines and the letters with the verbs and the nouns

Just a kid trying get his sound heard around

Jump into cyphers and keep the old timers astounded

They said he was the best in the surroundance

Cause everyone around him was drowinin'

In the fair one, no one son could pound him

With the lyrics, you pray you hear it

They say his bad hood couldn’t match his good spirit

And one day his mom and dad will be cheerin' to his grammy nomination

And proclamation to his world domination

Inauguration into greatness

From making rations to cakin'

2 AM and he be up like attic

He's an addict, alarm clock pop, he back at it

Barely got any sleep

But, he gotta eat

Cause ain't shit cheap and his soul/sole torned out of feet

He got dreams, but don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em

Until you out feastin', paying houses where you sleep in

Until his album ready and his fans get it leaking just for sneak peaks and

Until then, his home is the booth

He spittin' to the plaque it's poof off his tooth

Like Hocus Pocus

Or word he's too focused

You should quote it

His goal is the denial that he wrote it

Flowin' like oceans and menstruals

Ink from the pen, lies within my credentials

They told me that I could be mental

But mommma always said that I was special

Haters tell me I should stop

My enemies tryin' see me in the box

So the streets tell me to cop a Glock and pop it

But something down deep tells me I'm the next prophet

Like the new Muhammad or the new Marcus Garvey

Or probably, it makes sense why I'm so heavily guarded

Wait, no, please restart it

I'm heavenly guarded, it's the golden child and for a while

God been looking down with a smile

Watchin' me prosper

Attackin' with the raps and then conquer

The junior Frank Sinatra, rapping out the Opera

You should spectate in the booth with a suit and binoculars

Like nigga its a honor, it's motherfuckin' honor