Ayo this your boy FlipzWorld
The world is a mess, I guess I'll throw my cape on
The villains don't need masks as long as they money make bombs
I just live to make songs and hope the family stay strong
Remember when the Section 8 lady used to make calls
But ain't nobody picking up, my vision finally lifting up
I feel like Magic Johnson and Stockton with how I'm dishin' up
You really gon' need a satellite to try and pick this up
Y'all some parasites, no average nights when you with Linden Dubs
Man, f*ck it, I'm bringing it back
Talk all that shit but not bringing the facts
How that make sense? I ain't getting the math
I don't understand it nigga how you causing damage nigga?
Gotta play your cards right- maneuver like you Gambit nigga
Flow is f*cking cancerous a pro with my own canvases
I read between the lines with bifocals man I'm what Samus is
I ain't got no nemesis treat the game like it's Genesis
The all-seeing eye my nigga feel like I'm Pegasus
I ain't reading no messages send that shit in a voice note
The way her booty clapping, my niggas thought it was Morse code
She speaking Spanglish with her spandex
I don't understand threats but I might cause some damage to them damn legs
You better hope it doesn't jam next, my lines gotta switch in 'em
This the one- I'm done assistin' 'em
I'm Melo with the Knicks and 'em they ain't no fixin' 'im
I'm the top dog will not fall
To keep this shit a buck; I'm the Greek God
I'll put Medusa on her knees clock me as I walk on these beats
Feed my ego and self-esteem with all these obvious feats
Tryna have my mom in the creeks while my pops with the McLaren
Music blaring saying his son made it, "how awesome is he?"
And this is all I can see; my future bright as a neon light
Niggas gassed cause they seen some likes but they trash I can't seem to like
Whatever they putting out
And I can help they ass out
But 'til they acknowledge I'm they father, well, they really assed out
And that's a promise nigga
Listen, that's called motherf*cking bars, nigga
You'on know nothing about that
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Ayo this your boy FlipzWorld
The world is a mess, I guess I'll throw my cape on
The villains don't need masks as long as they money make bombs
I just live to make songs and hope the family stay strong
Remember when the Section 8 lady used to make calls
But ain't nobody picking up, my vision finally lifting up
I feel like Magic Johnson and Stockton with how I'm dishin' up
You really gon' need a satellite to try and pick this up
Y'all some parasites, no average nights when you with Linden Dubs
Man, f*ck it, I'm bringing it back
Talk all that shit but not bringing the facts
How that make sense? I ain't getting the math
I don't understand it nigga how you causing damage nigga?
Gotta play your cards right- maneuver like you Gambit nigga
Flow is f*cking cancerous a pro with my own canvases
I read between the lines with bifocals man I'm what Samus is
I ain't got no nemesis treat the game like it's Genesis
The all-seeing eye my nigga feel like I'm Pegasus
I ain't reading no messages send that shit in a voice note
The way her booty clapping, my niggas thought it was Morse code
She speaking Spanglish with her spandex
I don't understand threats but I might cause some damage to them damn legs
You better hope it doesn't jam next, my lines gotta switch in 'em
This the one- I'm done assistin' 'em
I'm Melo with the Knicks and 'em they ain't no fixin' 'im
I'm the top dog will not fall
To keep this shit a buck; I'm the Greek God
I'll put Medusa on her knees clock me as I walk on these beats
Feed my ego and self-esteem with all these obvious feats
Tryna have my mom in the creeks while my pops with the McLaren
Music blaring saying his son made it, "how awesome is he?"
And this is all I can see; my future bright as a neon light
Niggas gassed cause they seen some likes but they trash I can't seem to like
Whatever they putting out
And I can help they ass out
But 'til they acknowledge I'm they father, well, they really assed out
And that's a promise nigga
Listen, that's called motherf*cking bars, nigga
You'on know nothing about that
The world is a mess, I guess I'll throw my cape on
The villains don't need masks as long as they money make bombs
I just live to make songs and hope the family stay strong
Remember when the Section 8 lady used to make calls
But ain't nobody picking up, my vision finally lifting up
I feel like Magic Johnson and Stockton with how I'm dishin' up
You really gon' need a satellite to try and pick this up
Y'all some parasites, no average nights when you with Linden Dubs
Man, f*ck it, I'm bringing it back
Talk all that shit but not bringing the facts
How that make sense? I ain't getting the math
I don't understand it nigga how you causing damage nigga?
Gotta play your cards right- maneuver like you Gambit nigga
Flow is f*cking cancerous a pro with my own canvases
I read between the lines with bifocals man I'm what Samus is
I ain't got no nemesis treat the game like it's Genesis
The all-seeing eye my nigga feel like I'm Pegasus
I ain't reading no messages send that shit in a voice note
The way her booty clapping, my niggas thought it was Morse code
She speaking Spanglish with her spandex
I don't understand threats but I might cause some damage to them damn legs
You better hope it doesn't jam next, my lines gotta switch in 'em
This the one- I'm done assistin' 'em
I'm Melo with the Knicks and 'em they ain't no fixin' 'im
I'm the top dog will not fall
To keep this shit a buck; I'm the Greek God
I'll put Medusa on her knees clock me as I walk on these beats
Feed my ego and self-esteem with all these obvious feats
Tryna have my mom in the creeks while my pops with the McLaren
Music blaring saying his son made it, "how awesome is he?"
And this is all I can see; my future bright as a neon light
Niggas gassed cause they seen some likes but they trash I can't seem to like
Whatever they putting out
And I can help they ass out
But 'til they acknowledge I'm they father, well, they really assed out
And that's a promise nigga
Listen, that's called motherf*cking bars, nigga
You'on know nothing about that
Writer: Jeffriel Lichtenberg
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid