Flowers Flow

Yo, back in the days I was rapping away With a hand full of rage not handful a grade I was mad for my age Them times man didn't rate How did you handle the hate? Straight They tried closing the door but the boy climbed over the gate Them times I'd be home by four then I would watch Home and Away First had a hat full of waves Then I went back to the braids Never got wrapped in the rave Never got jacked for my j's I never got phased I was just tryna get paid One bre try backing a blade but he wasn't on jack anyway I was on track for the grades, nearly got trapped by a babes Coulda been rage But the boydem wised up Never wait for the day that your times up Now I run up on the stage and it light up And there's nobody like us Plus I'm moving righteous Well I'm supposed to be, they notice me The hope that they hope to be Independent, nobody was owning me Couldn't care if the culture see Cause I'm culture, see Most high looking over me, they know that the lead Was never for taking Sitting debating, waiting, whether he's greatest There still tying up laces But I lap em in the races I was filling an oasis Giving them a basis Then pull up in the dance and see bare different faces Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc I know a bagga mc's that think that they're badder than me But none of them badder than me Lace the track with the rage that I'm bringing in Straight to rap never paid him a dividend State the fact it's a cage that we're living in Break the back never swayed never giving in Face the fact it's a maze that we're living in Hate the fact that the wage is a minimum Face the fact imma break it was imminent Rate the raps and the ways he delivered them Mic fiddling, mic spinning him Might trigger him, hype hype spinning him Might finish him, bright lights spinning him Guys digging him, why try sitting in Eyes diligent, my time should've been Last year but the rise still imminent Tried fitting in, no guys bringing him Eyes glittering, I rhyme synonyms Came with a backpack through the window With pad full of mad raps and a lingo Aim for the fat stacks cause I been low Never changed for the fat racks for your info Ain't gonna step back when the wind blows And I came with a jetpack on your tiptoes Aimed for the get back imma win loads Am I braced for the setbacks man I think so Oh dear, Stones here Ain't gonna chat back when I go clear Came for the mad stacks and I won't share Got the cash in a backpack for the whole year Oh yeah oh yeah You never got a reload It was all air Never got a free throw It was all air No long imma go clear Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc Badder than who? You ain't badder than me I'm a badder mc I know a bagga mc's that think that they're badder than me I was gonna kill em with the riddim, so I kill em with the riddim So I tell em what they really wanna know I was getting busy with the mission but they didn't wanna listen So I had to go and kill em with the flow I was getting busy with the written, had a feeling and a vision I was in it but they didn't wanna know She was tryna fiddle with the fiddle cause I kill em with the riddle Let me tell em what they really wanna know I was tryna figure what this thing is and you know the funny thing is I would kill it when I did it on my own Gimme twenty minutes and I'll bring it to the bone I ain't got a limit just a lyric and a phone A lot of people did it never did it like the Stone I was getting bigger but they figured that I won't I ain't gonna talk just blow, let's go! Just gimme my flowers Ten thousand hours When the life gets deep gotta find my feet Cause I ain't no coward I adapt that's me then attack that's me I was blessed with powers Imma stack that cheese, Imma rap that steeze Till the game was ours Just gimme my flowers Ten thousand hours When the life gets deep gotta find my feet Cause I ain't no coward I adapt that's me then attack that's me I was blessed with powers Imma stack that cheese, Imma rap that steeze Till the game was ours Game is ours