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letra de flows - iimz

(hook)
(writing down flows ’til i’m rotting in my grave
writing down flows ’til i’m rotten in my brain) x4
(and i’m flowing ’til i can’t no more. rapping ’til i can’t no more
i’m singing ’til i can’t no more. boom-bapping ’til i can’t no more) x2

(verse 1)
man i got school, shows, new flows, and trying to get up out this house
trying to get paid for the way that i make these raps when i get that homie i’m out
i just wanna take a few naps eat a few fruit snacks do tracks til i’m 6 feet deep
trying to be godly i might read the bible at night so these demons don’t catch me sleep. dawg
do rappers even ever get sleep? nah. wouldn’t be surprised if i sleep walk
don’t you ever let my street talk disguised what’s inside these deep thoughts
i’m trying to hide my weakness. got god but not trying to be no deacon
funny how the dudes who seem cool to you and speak down to other brothers really be the weakest
wow. peep this now. call me crazy but i still think the man trying to keep us down
i still got a plan to rebel. i still got an album to sell trying to feed this mouth
still got a jesus piece in my closet. i bought it when rappin became my thing
i wore like 3 at a time trying to look hood rich but i couldn’t afford the real chains
dang. that’s a real shame lookin back. back when i first felt angry and black
baggage. started writin tracks in cl-sses. comin up with flows over rakim and kanye
cl-ssics when dudes rocked kanye gl-sses and never had no hall p-sses
when the grades dropped, and the rhymes rose. some reason i felt like time froze but i’m

(hook)

(verse 2)
ridin’ round listening to speakerboxxx. hope n0body never let the heater pop
i’m livin fine but aquemini had a brotha yelling hootihoo when i seen a cop
comin’ ’round the block in an element. but the cops looking at me like i’m selling it
on my life i ain’t never touched drugs i’m a good kid always been a gentleman
i don’t need much. i don’t have to bling. i don’t need much i’m bad at fame
i just need about a couple million for my living man and i don’t ever really wanna have to change
i don’t wanna know why drake can’t seem to adjust to fame to this day
i don’t wanna change my aim from the truth for the youth to a coupe grippin grain
i just want a nice little life and a wife and a tike and a mic a pencil to write with
sike cause i might want a mansion. i ain’t really mapped my life yet
they used to say i looked like lil wayne. now they say i look like 2 chainz
i say i look like prophet muhammad or sampson. pick one of them 2 names
maybe a king, if not, i will be then. baby i’m a king. let me slide in your dms
talk about god. qualified as a priest i guess. sanctified lines on the beats i bless
preach to the ears i reach and i never will cease til i’m deceased and my heart beat quit
they love to hear again and again about your rings and whips and your chips and it don’t mean…

(hook)

(outro: al hostile)
let the church say amen

- iimz

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