New Flip

[Intro: Cavalier]
We was dealers, not killers
Didn't give a middle finger if they didn't feel us
Instead of flippin' pizzles now it's really how you bill us
They thinkin' that they real, I just let they gas fill up like boy-

[Interlude]
"You lucky you get a hit off my fuckin' joint!"

[Verse 1]
We was dealers, not killers
Didn't give a middle finger if they didn't feel us
Instead of flippin' pizzles now it's really how you bill us
They thinkin' that they real, I just let they gas fill up like boy
That jazz get tossed, Uncle Phillip out the door
Adoyee imbecile let them devils cut your deal
I'm a rebel, seventh seal open up sesame
Only one leaf left on the scale, refugee recipe
These the breaks, them the stakes
They like mine "too ornate," my order gourmet
Keep eye your way yute, you all in my plate yute
The way I'm tryna play it don't require your playbook
Let the paper collate and find an escape route
My Dijonaise is having trees and a dame to relate to
And you chillin' with them bishes? My wisdom look delicious
She know the scripture, scroll a swisher, help me find a buena vista
I'm going for consistent hard ice, steam, or the liquid
It's all water when you know efficience

[Verse 2]
My shine haveth no chill, brilliance
All cut no pill, can't build resilience
Race to be king of the hill top, before I'm over the hill
Or top rated in my field or Nielsen's
Build with the Gs, we the guild of the last dying breeds
We're skilled with the peel and the squeeze
See, I got the juice for the spoils, no spilt milk for this cheese
Bedroom bully Tea since she's a beach not a tease
Catch me with a sweet bag of guineps, in a cul-de-sac
Coolin' with my sack in the breeze, she a pin-up
But try to foil it's a Reynolds, 'cause a nigga ain't wrapped too tight
Loose leaves, hit it when it's fat and it's kickin', Bruce Bruce Lees
Chief all about his business, some got the gab but not the gift
I'm Lil' Mo, Gabby Sidibe that's Super Star, Precious
Son doolop, is prove tested
Throw the line out, it go deep proficient

[Outro]
Hey guess what, [?]
You're either gonna wind up in immortal glorification in the lake of fire where the doomed of all ages mingle and co-mingle their voices in such a diabolical way that it's inconceivable to man, to mortals
You don't wanna wind up there
I'll write it down, but you forgot somethin'
The doomed of all ages, hear me? The commingle, that's way beyond us
They ain't speak what we speakin'
Mingle and commingle their voices