ME - FLEXPROPHET, EGOVERT, KIL

17, shit still feel like I crawled straight out the womb

Who knew back then, seventh grade I wanted to take my own life this soon

I live for family friends and food, foes where I draw the line

Leave the house everyday with a FILA headband on

You would’ve thought he lost his mind

Yeah I know that I lost my mind

But its gonna take a lotta time for me to find it

For now I’m finna kick back with a fine bitch, yeah

She looking way above average

Man thats just how I’m swaggin

Lookin' back on how I used to be a savage

Baby girl you looking like you know a thing or two

Can you show me what to do in my Calvin’s?

Hell nah, they ain’t got it like me

Who you know rocking this shit so clean

Everything fresh from my head to my feet

SMURK Mob, I murk, I smile then repeat

Out here, Chef Chapo

Pour drank, just cop mo'

So leaned, and this drank got me

I stain, then I’m out b (AH!)

So clean, no flaws on me

My team be so rowdy

Move bricks, by my lonely

Everyday I’m dying slowly

They told me I’m the devil’s son

I told em that they wilding

My momma warned me «Ego keep your head out the motherfucking violence»

She caught me with some vyvance, still better than the violence

Man, I need some guidance

Adderall, quench my thirst!

These drugs gon' put me in a motherfucking hearse

The words are the worst, fuck it I’ma die with a fucking curse

Dark room, with the demons on a bar stool

You motherfuckers look so partial

You coughed up, choked out

My knees had a blow out, then I told the little thottie go down

I wrote down, what I saw, so you know now

Where the crown go, Killa take throne now

Leave em flat on they face with they nose down

Make another meaning for having ten toes down

(Shab!)

Run up a check like a track meet

Ball on they ass, I’m an athlete

Smokin' on loud yeah the gas reeks

«Who's flow is agua?»

That’s me!

Bitch I’m all over the place

Sending shots, don’t need a chase

Kill you and not leave a trace

Your bitch is a squirrel Imma nut on her face

Knick knack, flip a stack

You so whack, all this boof pack put it in my knapsack

You can smell it from the back

Keep on runnin' I ain’t playing no tag

Hit you with the Glock you ain’t staying intact

Bought a new gat, going into class holding two macs

Split some heads back

Strapped up like a lesbian

Zoom off in the foreign you pedestrian

On the block block

Watch me jugg walk

Let my Glock talk

If I’m pissed off

(UBK!)

Elephant entered the room with the team on my back

Nobody falling asleep when I spaz on a track

Bars too hard, uncle couldn’t put you on the mat

Hearing this shit in your dreams matter of fact

Erasing the tone and the texture off your voice with one smack

Cuz I battle the on the fate, fate, fate

The lesser the energy, the lesser the being

Wrist bleeding, no escape, scape, scape

Aye shout out my grandpa

I miss him