*Intro*

Flow: Da da daaa..

Traphik: Traphik, Young Duece!

Flow: I like this. It’s feels good, don’t it?

Traphik: Yea man

Flow: Elbee Thrie on it

Verse 1 (Flow)

Now let me hear you say hey, then say ho

Shortie get busy, make it dip low

It’s Flow, yea it’s Kidd Flow but

Now we’re all grown up

So let’s get poed up

We can get throwed, but you gotta sip slow

I ain’t tryna see you throw up, unless it’s your hands

Or it’s your deuce, Or it’s your fist

Or it’s your 6(S) yea you we’re in the b*tch (fresh)

Now lemme see you just bounce, don’t it feel good?

Don’t it got class? Yet it’s still hood

You gotta represent (represent) where you’re from right?

I’m from the Gem City, so I’m dumb fly

And I got the funk, I got the rythm

I got the blues, all in my system

I feel so alive, cause I got the soul

So I gotta shine, with or without the gold

Peace (to the east, to the west coast..)

*Chorus*

From the east, to the west coast

They all agree, we’re extra dope (4x)

Verse 2 (PJ)

I give peace to the World

Let me flow, time to grow

Be successful and hope the World hopes

Working towards better things, so I have those things better

So those better things make things a little better

Okay represent what you stand for

A lot of undefined dummies don’t know what they stand for

I keep it real, uh yup, tell you how I feel.. I’m

Eating artists on the low.. happy meal, Yeayaa

Feeling clever? I’m feeling good

I was born in the jungle, make it if you could

Because we seem so close but we’re not near

I bet you felt the same, but I never fear

I make this music sound clearer for you bad ears

So come on, come and stand up

Hands up, keep it moving, no dance stuff

And from the east to the west coast, demand us

*Chorus*

Verse 3 (Traphik)

Now extend your hand to the fam and dap me

You know we go way back, like Grams and Pappi

Back when that redbone was winking at me

Before she did her hair and her strands was nappy

I know my roots and they’re so deep seeded

Ice cold soul, but it’s so reheated

Kicks got stolen, feeling so defeated

But I try to spread love because I know we need it

Coast to coast, LA to Manhattan

Clean on the scene, I don’t need no napkin

Pour me a coke and mix it with captain

No time to wish, I just make it happen

F*ck mistakes and my bad decisions

Carry no hate, you dicks are all forgiven

I just make music and hope that you listen

Life is too short, I’m just trying to live it..

*Chorus*