[Hook]

One time lemme hit you with the real flow/

Finally found something that I think I could kill for/

And go and make it ill for let’s go make a mil bro/

Tired of my mom stretching cash for the bills so/

Imma make it stack up/

X2

(Verse 1)

Alright lemme drill it in your brain tho

Hec on your mind like a kangol

Cap. Make the game go

Back, when they handled rap

And the vinyls was lit like some candle wax

Who can say that they came up

Ripped the game up

Spit the flame up brought they name up

Straight From the dust with the words that they bust

Pen to the pad tell my story that’s a must

My tale been told no hyperboles

So I guess I’m really real man I suppose

Not the type to fold what I write is gold

What I spit is jewels. Diplomatic flow

So I’m immune to the shit all you do when you spit

Is act kooky and shit like you doing some shit

But y’all losing and shit I think you better quit

I don’t really know what I gotta prove to a bitch

Goddamn. I been on the ground floor

Now the table turned and it’s time to hold it down so

Imma come up make it stack up

With the dope flow I don’t gotta whip no crack up

If you hating on me better back up

Yea if you hating on me then you better back up

I don’t got time for them niggas tryna act up

Tryna make a couple mil just off of rap bruh

[Pre-Hook]

So one time for my hopes and dreams

Hopefully I don’t gotta always scheme

Hopefully my blessings come to me

And hopefully there’s hope for me

X2

[Hook]

One time lemme hit you with the real flow

Finally found something that I think I could kill for

And go and make it ill for let’s go make a mil bro

Tired of my mom stretching cash for the bills so

Imma make it stack up

X2

(Verse 2)

The hook will get you hooked like a dope fiend

I got the co-sign from my OGs

On a higher plane and I don’t smoke weed

And y’all still too low to approach me

Progress and then I proceed

And I run New York like I’m Boss Tweed

Y’all got a bad rap like the police

And I got bars like D O C

And lemme tell you y’all like a G told me

Y’all better watch who you try to call your homie

Cuz there’s snake in the grass gotta keep it cut low

Cuz everybody comes around when they see the cash flow

Take no vacations so I never trip

Cut off greasy niggas so I never slip

My pens a sword and I stay equipped

This ain’t ball nigga never play the kid

Goddamn bro the flow got the mojo

I’m the sensei and the game is my dojo

When I spit it they be coming back like a yoyo

Me falling off? Nah my nigga that’s a no no

So run it back. Tryna make the money stack

Imma maniac make the game react like that

Imma spaz on tracks for platinum plaques

I black on wax and I do the shit back to back

[Pre-Hook]

So one time for my hopes and dreams

Hopefully I don’t gotta always scheme

Hopefully my blessings come to me

And hopefully there’s hope for me

X2

[Hook]

One time lemme hit you with the real flow

Finally found something that I think I could kill for

And go and make it ill for let’s go make a mil bro

Tired of my mom stretching cash for the bills so

Imma make it stack up

X2

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