Hellacious Flow (feat. Kweli)

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Wynii P

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Yes, I'll be back on my stupid Talkin' my shit in the way that I want
Cause they know that my words are undisputed You can't be tough on the gram
But duck in the smoke cause that's not how we do this
And I could be beefin' with Brody and fuckin' his sister

They know that I'm ruthless I got the drop so they know I ain't clueless
And I steady be speakin' on true shit How you gon' claim that you real
But still from your mama that shit be confusing You got all this counterfeit money
They put in they pictures I see the delusion But I just stay out of the streets

And they know my beats cause I'm up on my music Niggas be snakin' they really be losin
And niggas be hatin' on all of my dreams Cause I'm livin' up faithfully
If you know where I stand and you seen what I seen Why the f*ck would you play with me
I know it was God who carried me through all my struggles I'm thankin' him graciously

Cause I don't be stuck on these niggas I'm stuck on these women
I'm stuck on the greater me And I made amends
Cause I done got hired and people will want me so I can't pretend
And I be proud of my ways I do what I want, you do what you can

And I always pop out like a rebel Dancing with the devil, she holdin' my hand
We both know these niggas is pebbles And not on my level, my era won't end
And I'm off a wavy wave Been surfin' like I'm in a clan
Man, I'm sick of y'all lazy waves My lyrics put em' in a trance

Dancin', yes I get paid to play These niggas sittin' in the stand
I'm steady avoidin' my major waves The waves that tell em' I'm in off a split feed
So f*ck a kite, I get higher than hippies You know it's never a point when I'm rollin
a joint Get so high that I'm dryin' my kidneys

If he lickin' a spliff, then you with me So thirsty down in this coat like I'm Whitney
If you barkin' that shit, you get dug goin' up through the clouds
And I'm up in this blicky Goddamn, they gon' try to get me
Cause my money stacked up through the chimney And at first I went left, and then I went right

Young nigga, listen in to Siri I know I'm talkin', can you hear me
These niggas never speakin' clearly And if you got guns, then f*ck runnin' ones
My nigga, we up in your theory And I pop out hot and hellacious, fightin
demons But they try not to face us

Layer paper, now I'm stackin' my cake up Niggas dappin', but they claim that they hate us
Run the piggy like my last name was Jacobs He fumbled, I'm gettin' my weight up
Beast mode, like on Future, we lay up Holdin' L's so you know that's a fake dub
And like a shoe, I get laced up I got your shawty right next to me

And I ain't trippin', you know that she caked up I watch her so when we f*ck, she be face up
And I can get in her guts from Miami to Tampa My nigga, you know how we stay tucked
She like it rough, so I knocked off her makeup Thumpin' shawty while I'm pullin' her lace front
Goddamn, I just did a oopsie Cause I nutted her back like a mile off a track

While she claim that we watchin' a movie I got this cash in my pocket, my blick and
the other Get shot if you crumble this blue cheese
Niggas hatin', I'm skatin' I'm zippin' through niggas like Gio from Team Umizoomi
I got this paper watch, they try to do me And you know that these niggas be 2C

Spillin' blood, they be hotter than loose leaf Fresh off the printer, you know we need new sheets
I put his head on the stick and his homies be bobbin' and weavin
They callin' me Bruce Lee Kick his ass, now he fallin' off two feet
They f*ck his hoe, now she part of my groupie Young Winnie, but niggas thought that they knew me

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