[Intro]

They wanna hear Father Flow, yuh

They wanna hear Father Flow‚ yuh

They wanna hear Father Flow

[Verse 1]

Oh look‚ it's Mister young dropped Very

Very Good 2‚ best fruit up outta Barrie

I ain't ever gonna quit, like I'm Mister Fox, Terry

On the rocks with my drink‚ talking like a dictionary

Stoned young contrarian, barely been harrowed by a beat

Shooting barrels out my seat by the minute

I heard 'em saying Young Flow is back in it

Wilsonesque. I ain't talking Owen with my interest

I'm Wilson Fisk but intimately issue-less

Got matrimony happening - it wasn't on my issue list

It's Mister young phlegm-up-in-tissue-with-a-filter-so-my-Insta-lit

(Eugh!)

Thinking about it I shoulda come back with the greatest hits

I was flipping the mattress to make a mint

Couldn't pay me to rap, I've forsaken it

Call up ASEK‚ I'm making my latest shit (ay!)

Now we got the advantage like pay-to-win

[Interlude: Cooper]

Yo, my name is Cooper

I just listened to some of your beats...and some of your rhymes...

And there was this one particular rhyme that really blew my mind

It was like Kubrick into Nicholson...

Ok, so it blew my mind

And I think that your flow...is fucking cruuuuusty

[Verse 2]

Got 'em throwing clicks like we're recording it

I said I'm in the booth, I can't afford a minute

Made my own room, get a song through

Pack a bong dude, get some motive in it

Make a little profit, make some money off it

Get a vocal booth 'fore you in a coffin

I been really worried, I been heavy coughing

Looking forward to it, but I'm never stopping

Ay! Mental. Rap ain't covering my dental

Still cover it, bread and butter

All of you borrow the flow like a rental

Moving out the clutter in my verse, I'm a maid

I heard 'em spitting while they stutter while they cursing my name

I'm making waves just like a rudder with my thundering plays

So can another rap motherfucker flutter away? Amen

[Outro: Cooper]

I think that your flow is fuckin' cruuuuusty