Lyrics:
gave up music for good
Honestly
Free styling is what he did
Really good
Yeah
He said he wanted a real job
And to get out the hood
So he let go of his
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
flip the script it
Please read it
I think twice
With wisdom
My soul is worth more than currency
I really wanna kick it with Gs
The one that will kick it
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
I'm cancelled by the same exact
People that taught me that being
Punk is saying stuff that's
Real edgy and ugly but nowadays it turns out
Being punk is
these rappers can't touch me
Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids while tryna figure out just who I really is
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
speak the truth
I'm another being inside the booth
You came for me? Your demise is soon
Like a dolphin's brain and a tiger's tooth
Boy I'm sharp as fuck
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
Mozart than most, my key lyrically
Is noted on a scale above the whole industry
It's Dax i got bars out in Georgia
Twenty-minute songs'll probably Illinois
seems I got less for this bullshit
I might've just got famous
But the changes that it came with got way too much bullshit
What's strange is they say that
some props to who protects you
There's a war on boys in the western world
Less white men graduate college than ever before
Suicide rates among men blows
battled with many men
Through the barrel revolver spin
The hammer goes click finger print
And thats the end
No less than raw power
My fans are horse power
I'll be a king
Roll up
Red Carpet
Bling bling bling
And ya boy can dream big because it is the
B-E-G-I-N-N-I-N-G
Its the beginning of my fame
And I'm
suffering slow, suffering slow
They stuck in a prison, up in the system
I busted through doors, by busting these flows
I broke out my cage, I’m turning
thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that
thoughts sell in that pack
Boy my mom gon' cuss me out,
Runnin' her blood pressure so high
When that money comin' in slow
It'll be a couple homies that
less just give me cash
And I won't play bout it pay bout it
Shake Em Up Records that's my business
And you can stay out it stay out it
You disrespect I'm
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
Helicopter in the middle of the hood
I'm flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin'
I swear I don't care about it
Boy, you play, you gon'
of appreciation
For me helping niggas than the
Pleasure is all mine, you're welcome nigga
Now you from Queens right?
So why you ain't stay over there
And get it
jewels than dead presidents
The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I am focused on the vultures
Like a loc of locusts
New world order is
cowards to get them to the top
Just to fall asleep listening to bach?
The ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop
Dribbling the eye across the prism
and trials turning biblical
This world is turning cynical
Thinking everyone's invincible
But there's nothing more terrifying
Than knowing you're well-being's
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