[Intro]

Your mother fucking man Flashius

I got my man Spec Diagnostics on the track

You’re now in tune to a mother fucking knuckle sandwich deli function

We’re gonna get into some new shit

New series I like to call money making Mondays

[Verse 1]

Ay yo

I’m trying to get drunk enough to make some fucked up decisions

Like punching mother fuckers in their face just for living

I unwind these rhyme schemes like a rugged ribbon

My shit more coveted than good drugs in prison

I’m on a god mission

You think it sound familiar but it’s different

I’m bringing back something it was missing

Knuckle sandwich deli we crushing the competition

We put ourselves in a dominant position

Come a long distance but it’s only just begun

The keepers of the culture call us the chosen ones

California Flash the custodian of dope

Spitting like there’s a golden gun in my throat

I sold game off the goats like Raekwon and Ghost

Every four bars I shit an 8 ball of coke

At least half a zip will get packed in a sixteen

Slanging crack bars verbal drug trafficking

Its always been a dream to make a living off the fiends

2017 I’m shitting on the scene

They think I’m on my D, nav its only the beginning

Just wait until I’m mind controlling these lonely women

I’m feeling like Goldie at the end of The Mac

I lost everything I ever loved I’ll never get it back

And its a sad fucking fact

Yo

[Chorus]

I got red head knocks tweaking off them red tops

Pink twat thots is pitching them pink tops

I’m getting mean gulp off of throwing green tops

I’m slanging what we drop like vials of rocks

My rap style is chunky rocks and crack vials

Catch me on trial lying on a stack of bibles

Clapping all my rivals, passing all my idols

Every last song is a G pack of vials

[Verse 2]

Ay yo

Tree trunk mesquite chips is kept on the shoulders

Rap worse than the Old Testament Jehovah

Stress puffing dojo cause the pressure of the quota

Miss holy ghosting on Matthew Hesh’s folders

But definitely focused on supply and demand

Drop dup place worth twenty five grams

Throw free to fans

I’m lacing the supporters with the hits that I create

On digital tape recorders

Peace to great hoarders

And D base snorters

But when I wage war I aim for the aorta

The two for fires neutralize the rivals on the block

I give away loose like a vial of some rocks

They shopping at the deli now we taking all they cuties

Making raw shit, raking windfalls of money

I got them fucking with me from Nassau to Clark County

From slinging stones I’m bringing home the billion dollar bounty

[Chorus]

I got red head knocks tweaking off them red tops

Pink twat thots is pitching them pink tops

I’m getting mean gulp off of throwing green tops

I’m slanging what we drop like vials of rocks

My rap style is chunky rocks and crack vials

Catch me on trial lying on a stack of bibles

Clapping all my rivals, passing all my idols

Every last song is a G pack of vials

[Outro]

You know what I’m saying?

Slinging crack raps

You know what I’m saying?

Mother fucking knuckle sandwich deli

And money making Mondays

Word up

Good morning mother fuckers