Lyrics

Intro: 
Ayo.. 
Laylow. 
Six Fo Music 
PSA 

Chorus: 
Niggas. Only. Rap. With. One Sound. Cause They got no FLOW/ 
Like change pivots, I can switch it. On you clowns cause I can FLOW/ 
I’ve Been doing this shit as youngin since the 5th grade, even then had FLOW/ 
No need to gauge, wine parade cause how it aged, I still got FLOW/ 

Verse: 
Niggas. Really. Moving. Kinda, Crazy. So I ain’t around/ 
Their. Toy Lit. For. Paper. So some shit is bound to go down/ 
Remember. When. The Only. Shootings. Trash bball yelling Kobe/ 
Way. Before. You. Knew. Ya. Right. Hand man. Was a yardirobi/ 
now I switch it, let’s talk digits. I’m bout my paper that’s fo sho/ 
The way I pitch it, dead right dig it, flavors of an entrepreneur/ 
we talkin bitches? Game. I glitched it. Did that really premature/
if she too frigid I can bridge it, Hey Queen, I’m Laylow. Bonjour/ 
You dudes are jokes and y’all been muppets before my cousin was a skeeter/ 
my white light y’all cannot touch it, helps black shine, Jungle Fever/ 
income cuts we try to buzz it but we thuggen, just a detour/ 
steady climbing to my summit before I run into the reaper/ 
I’m out my cage, cool as shade. Mind on wage cause that’s my Flow/ 
You should be spayed, horny rage is your tirade cause that’s yo Flow/ 
Dodge the rage, or prices paid. advice well aged that’s my Flow/ 
Masquerade. Your whole act staged. Grammy played cause that’s yo Flow/

Verse 2: 
Rappers. Really. Dropping. Trash. Tracks. And that shit disgust me/ 
Rapping. Bout. All. Their cash racks. Yet they looking dusty/ 
Wild. Life. How These. Snakes & cats. Always tryna duck me/ 
Hate. And. Envy. All. In ya. Aura. Do not touch me/ 
Flow I change, kinky strange. Bitches kissing but they sisters/ 
Success I planed, best explained. Ground breaking but no fissures/ 
spit cocaine, tracks I flame. Music bumpin but no blisters/ 
this ain’t a game, think Ukraine. We miss Ls by a whisker/ 
Niggas fraud from their lyrics to attire. I’m authentic/ 
hallucins and delusions in ya raps, get checked you Schizophrenic/ 
savage gang banging cold killer is y’all common gimmick/ 
I don’t have to cap in my rap and yet I spit pandemics/ 
niggas trash, strictly ass, songs I Nash, that’s yo Flow/ 
You’ve been surpass, facts not brash, I’m all class, that’s my Flow/ 
works rehash, career impasse, fans daft, that’s yo Flow/ 
there’s no contrast, tracks I thrash, here to last, that’s my Flow/