Bow Down

Verse 1:

How I got it

You could never jock it

Leader of a front I'm feedin every head I promised

P.O.P or Rap its R&B I'll let you call it

Either way I'm pumpin out a legendary product

And I'm goin in like deposits call me Tom when it's offense

7 points if understood know Amendola caught it

Ima audit every artist in the game I beg your pardon

Condom broke while fuckin the league I'm now the rawest

Pay your homage

And bow for the kid who people call the prophet fuck a profit been 7 years with my unexpanding pockets holdin

Down the Bay Area with a vigorous pressure would ya

Crank up these decibels once I'm up in these festivals

You'll be trippin on chemicals

I get down to your vesicles

Yes I'm very receptacle I know I gotta prove it

Lately I been hearing I sound too vanilla cool it

Cuz once I get these labels on a knee you'll say I knew it

Chorus:

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

(They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest)

Verse 2:

I am

For the last time so fed up with this past time

Had an ego but I trashed mine

For the last time wanna pass time in the present moment I might of missed ya

Told my fanbase to dance with ya

But give my left nut to meet my wife

Whose so damn real she'd be cool with just my right

But enough bein hopeful ready to evolve on the count of a local with a gameplan 2 pots and an apron

Cooked up a new EP so hot got a face tan

And I got that flair for the nation

Here in the bay with the silicon chips

While La's with the silicon tits I swear

Still gotta ball over there

Still gotta broaden the fan base

Still gotta show one heart in the chest of a pancake or for the double d body image

It all comes down to the lobby scrimmage

It all comes down to the politics but I

Saw Generation Y

Said no thanks I'm a different time

Give you peace of mind

Chorus:

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

Bow Down Little Homie

Verse 3:

I may rap bars like a Hershey's worker

But still make time to black out

Not from shots man I vibe And tap out

Criss crossed here on the floor you ask how

I

Get into a different kinda rhythm with the depths of man in tune with the breath man I feel

So much deeper now

I got clear ass mind till the beeper sounds

10 texts in a row and I'm sick phones

The real world ain't this instant

Space my stress out equidistant and keep it in the middle when it grows too tall

Reconsider when it's worth it cuz I know who called

On me testin out my character to show who strong

I remember when I used to trip when hoes blue balled

But not for long

Not when I wrote the wrongs

Not when I kept this flow from the main stream but I kept it real I say things and put em unchartered waters for obamas daughters

Go tell dad to jump in

Wow sweety this is nice

Play it down like he's unsurprised

Then hit his desk up quick to write

His speech

Damn that boy could preach

Chorus:

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

Bow Down

Little Homie Bow Down

(They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest)