1970's Heron Flow

"Hello"
"Yeah"
"What up"

Verse:
Upper echelon rap no backpack
New Black, bitch I brought rap back
Fucking fly bitches in the cockpit
Rich bitches fucking niggas cause they got shit
Inspiration for rap niggas
Motivator for real hustlers and cap peelers
Beautiful lies to a painful truth
Young lion, blood-stained tooth
Young and illustrious, milfs, old and voluptuous
Swallow kids, sniffing coke, call her Snuffleupagus
The bitch bad to the bone, bodacious buttocks
Acting like I ain't fuck the bitch, fuck this shit
A la carte dinners, wake up to breakfast for winners
Far greater, fuck a hater, proud born sinner
Very fresh, Malin and Goetz-esque
Who me? I'm the best (best, best, best)
Money paper crane, I'm sick of Thousand Paper Cranes
Amongst other things, like counterfeit kings
Money green leather sofas
And Florio is my chauffeur

New Black, bitch I brought rap back
Heron Flow