who touchin the flow?
Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 12:18 pm
I slip through the streets, a soldier
Breathin in the weed aroma keep a heater close
Cuz if I seem approached imma let the eagle roast ya
Rippin through playas who tripped on denims and gators
Surrender your papers to the kid with both wrists glace’d up
The frozen fist break ya til ya whole face broken to bits
Just get this nigga on the pulpit to rip, before I go for broke on the strip
I spit sick bars at you, convicted for sticks and car snatchin
Im just a nigga tryin to live a Nick Barnes stature
Not a job catcher, that’s why a nigga so far past ya
I been into nickel nines since yall was listenin to nickel nine
Ill introduce your play list to something ageless, just give it time
You lookin to the dude with ion, comin from the roots of zion
You should crucify him, aint a nigga this deep if he was scuba divin
Yeah im true to what I live I been livin fine for years
So if ya tryin here imma leave ya like reclining chairs
Until ya leanin flat in a letter T position, a felony offender
Whos beretta bling and glisten, Imma keep the heat
My mission to see a couple Gs before I see a prison
But Id rather see the bluff not my hands sink in cuffs
and for this pay roll im like J Cole The way I get a nigga Lincoln’d up,
So nigga leak the dutch, we getting high to take the pain away
I hear my angels sangin eery day, and its like that
Breathin in the weed aroma keep a heater close
Cuz if I seem approached imma let the eagle roast ya
Rippin through playas who tripped on denims and gators
Surrender your papers to the kid with both wrists glace’d up
The frozen fist break ya til ya whole face broken to bits
Just get this nigga on the pulpit to rip, before I go for broke on the strip
I spit sick bars at you, convicted for sticks and car snatchin
Im just a nigga tryin to live a Nick Barnes stature
Not a job catcher, that’s why a nigga so far past ya
I been into nickel nines since yall was listenin to nickel nine
Ill introduce your play list to something ageless, just give it time
You lookin to the dude with ion, comin from the roots of zion
You should crucify him, aint a nigga this deep if he was scuba divin
Yeah im true to what I live I been livin fine for years
So if ya tryin here imma leave ya like reclining chairs
Until ya leanin flat in a letter T position, a felony offender
Whos beretta bling and glisten, Imma keep the heat
My mission to see a couple Gs before I see a prison
But Id rather see the bluff not my hands sink in cuffs
and for this pay roll im like J Cole The way I get a nigga Lincoln’d up,
So nigga leak the dutch, we getting high to take the pain away
I hear my angels sangin eery day, and its like that