I guess I gotta be in my bag
You see the Black Flint 13's on mothaf*cka
Let me get my steps
Yeah I got it
Yeah look
Conceived in '88 but born in '89
That's sometime before the Jordan 5's
That's a good pair
I prefer the Grapes or the Bel-Airs
I'm in a rare space how do niggas dare
Come up to my face I'll let off pairs of solar flares
See son's spots from where I rough em up
He thought he was fire til I scuff em up
And fold em up like creases Jesus
Soundview brotha prestigious see this
Thing of ours aint got room for fakes
Cut the grass just to spot the snakes
And real ones never sell they soul
And out the concrete comes the rose
Play your position when I roll slow
Still show a hater X and O
Before I line 'em up like tic-tac-toe
Knick-knack paddy whack
Give a dog a stick
Drummin' with the sound
While I unload the clip
Blooper reels be funny to the clique
I'm on your heels sippin' Cliquot in this bitch
Wee-wee pads couldn't handle all this shit dawg
I've been trained to be a boss
Real kings make stripes out their flaws
All in your jaw like an antiseptic
Get your mouth washed for talkin' reckless
Have your wifey eyein' down this necklace
Sayin' she loves the big fellas
WOAH
Warm it up Prov
Warm it up Prov
It's like that now
It's like that now
It's like that now
It's like that now
Took some time just to reach this zone
A young king ascending to the throne
Good thing I ain't doin' this alone
I brought the whole team along
Strong pens used to create what we see
As we vibrate on a high frequency
Great efficiency
Let me dumb down these words
So you can catch up and see peep take heed
As you muster enough courage
Let us cut the cheese so we can all flourish
Crumbs of bread will leave you malnourished
Food for thought to serve a grander purpose
As I'm one of the nicest on the surface
Charge you for this kind of service
I thank y'all for comin' to my sermon
Remember Prov is still workin'
Nigga