Body Bag

Flows that'll make man run out the room
Come back from the dead like from out the tomb
They wanna work on a full-time job
When I get the same money in from out a Q
Flow's kinda mad, he was talking the best
It's kinda mad if you're talking the best
If I come around, put man's theory to bed
See me on a late night, skrring the feds
It's that, sixteens on the track, not a thing
Dead man on a tune, throw the body in the air
Leave the indirects in your house on a real
I don't wanna show up nobody in here
Cold flow long before I had a gold tooth
I'mma tell you something real funny and it's true
I ain't even made no money from the booth
Somebody's going nowhere, not me
When I'm holding the mic, flying the flag
For the bruddas that wrap with a Tesco bag
'Fore a man had bars, best go back
To the pad, get a lighter and S-O that
Spin man for the banter, best know that
We all know that I'm hard and you're just all that
You ain't got money but you're dressed all that
Line still bang, I don't stress all that
What you gonna say when I'm live going in?
What you gonna say when the tune gets spin?
Back to the start, cuh I bar, going in
Sitting down, tryna front like you're parring the ting
You're a par in the ting, man go H•A•M
Bare headshots, man, bare arm in the ting
Man better cool when you're shouting war
You ain't got no firearm in the ting
Flow's deeper than most
Can't slap me, it's like teasing a ghost
We ain't the same, that's the reason I'm cold
Come through giving out seasonal coats
Grind through the winter, seasonal quote
Food on the table, Lee's in a home
Everyday's chase money till Lee's in a home
Fire in the Booth when I'm squeezing the chrome, tell a man fall back
Jumped in the game with an eight-ball stack
And I might start shower like April's back
Yeah, I've got friends, but they ain't all fam
Seen way more than an eight-ball, fam
Talking 'bout bricks but you lie in your tracks
Swear down, you don't sleep or lie in the trap
If you've really got bare Os in the trap
Why you wanna shoot videos in the trap?
That's mad things on my mind I wanna say
Man wanna know what I grind in a day
But I need more, not enough time in the day
Man wanna know what I'm gonna spray
If I come to your town, start letting off flows in the air
As a warning, you better get down
Get down, more time chasing the belly
[?] a dead ting, that's the only time that you're raising a semi
Think you're Meek Mill till I come around like Freddy
Cold on the mic
Showering down, no matter what I do like Nelly and Kelly
Grind and I write, I don't watch no telly
Better step back when I'm holding the mic
On the M-way, flying back, Os in the ride
Lost all heart, now I'm cold in the grind
Lost in the grind so I don't know dinnertime
Live on the air, get a reload, man
Man made a [?] wanna reload man
Time's on my face like [?], fam
Life is a gamble, casino, fam
In the future, fam, I can't see no can
Heavy on the mic, can't see no man
Sorry for the wait something like a kilo, fam
Deep in the rap and the ego, fam
Now I've got bars, can't fear no man
Run out the room when you hear [?]
Wanna link girls with your trap phone in your bag
But I know dem man are getting zero bread
Me, I need money, can't hear no feds
I need money, can't hear no peng
Got half in the can like a beer open
In the streets, dem man have got zero cred
Really can't stand no-flow MCs
Just wanna know why your name's on your tee
The way that I flow like I'm made for the beat
Can't keep up, man are chasing the-
Really can't stand no-flow MCs
Just wanna know why your name's on your tee
The way that I flow like I'm made for the beat
Ayy, Capo