STOLE YA FLOW

作曲 : Rakim Mayers

Was independent, my niggas got major business

We in the building, my nigga, not just some tenants

You just a sensitive nigga, still in his feelings

You bit the image, my nigga, I had to switch it, uh

First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kids

Swear to never lie, cross my heart, hope to die, uh

Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah

All-red Mary Janes just to match the 'Rari paint

Been shittin' on everything, wasn't even potty-trained

Niggas gettin' BBLs, lucky we don't body shame

Throwin' dirt on Rocky name, turn around and copy game (Ready made, ready made)

Peace homes, black on black, P. Stone

Black onyx, black diamonds shinin', black jeans on

All-black Chrome, black whip, black iPhone

Black hoodie, Black boy don't dance, mostly gangster boogie

Stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch (Bitch)

If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent (What?)

All due disrespect, I hope you take offense

I'ma leave my print and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

Was independent, my niggas got major business

We in the building, my nigga, not just some tenants

You just a sensitive nigga, still in his feelings

You bit the image, my nigga, I had to switch it, uh (Ready made, ready made)

First you was my bro, pussy nigga switched

Turned into a opp, **** his block, he a bitch, boy

Just might pull up to yo' crib, spin it like the rent, uh

Spend it like the time that you ain't spendin' with yo' kids (Ready made, ready made)

We take these boys to school, they try to Columbine ya (Yeah)

Word to Tyler, we see you bomb like Oppenheimer (Yeah)

Couple milli' just to rock at a ****in' concert (Yeah)

Headliner, bottom line, I'm 'bout my dollar (Yeah, ready made, ready made)

They say, "Flacko, where you been? Feel like you deprived us" (Yeah)

Only goat with a llama, friendly reminder (Yeah)

Our Father, I pray to always strive and prosper (Yeah)

Now I'm a father, my bitch badder than my toddler (Yeah, ready made, ready made)

My baby mama Rihanna, so we unbothered (Yeah, woo, woo)

Hip-hop is my house, welcome to mi casa, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Take me back to the days in the club (Yeah)

When your boys gotta hold you up while she dutty wine ya (Yeah)

Don't you steal my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

I can't trust a soul, just my pole and my kid

Swear to never lie, right hand up to God

Then I sold the switch, then I hit it with a kiss, mwah

First you stole my flow, so I stole yo' bitch

If you stole my style, I need at least like ten percent, look

All due disrespect, I hope you take offense

I'ma leave my print, and I won't leave you— (Ready made, ready made)

The rest of you mother****ers, just sit back and wait

Quit actin' like groupies and shit

Wanna be like me so mother****in' bad

So when a maggot tell me about handlin' business, bein' about it

Makin' his money and still doin' what the **** he wanna do

Then you can come up here and tell me some shit

Nigga, I'm just here to tell you stories, that's it

I ain't gotta explain to you mother****ers every single little detail and why and where and which and why

And all this shit about all, every last decision in my mother****in' life

I don't owe you shit