Chill flow (freestyle)

Yea, my game is my fame, I'm all about my name

I never sound lame like when you think of Lil Wayne or Froggy Fresh,

Jeez man you gotta reassess your silhouette

Cause your raps are kinda of poor so I think of you as that underscore

I see me standing tall, and seeing the rest of yous'e all fall, right against that wall

Cos you trying to crawl but your really just gonna sprawl

Cos when I hit you with these words, there gonna be overheard by all of my nerds

Cos when your in the crowd, and your feeling really proud all you gotta do is try and hear them out

So when I'm hear with the poor, just accept the war cos I really don't care what happen anymore

So when I try to flow while learning Taekwondo, I know that I'm gonna be fighting it all solo.

 

And when I'm going at it just like a pro

I feel like I'm the zone, cos even if I break all my bones

I'm still gonna be sitting on my throne

Cos there never gonna postpone the show, that's why I never rhyme slow

Compared to Beau or even like Joe

Cos it's all I do when I'm owning you

Cos when I spend time, I'm gonna work on my rhyme,

And when they looking fine, I'm gonna rap like a chime.

 

Yea, you know my flow, it's like my bro gave me some kind of glow

That's how I flow bro

So if you want me to guarantee you a spot on glee

Take the mic off of me, cause I'm rhyming like it's Wednesday and I'm in a Bentley

Imagine that, lots of money, yea, that's how I do rap, I just sipping on my honey

So when you ask me how I do that, I just reply you gotta be like 2-PAC

And go at it like just like your exact

Cos in the the game of rap, there is no this and that.

 

And now I know, that Beau got flow

Cause he's owning the show, going at it like a pro

So know they know it ain't just me alone, in this big home, smoking pot all on my own

I got Beau by my side, cause he raps like he flies

And now I know, that my Beau got flow

Cause he owning the show, going at it like a pro

So know they know it ain't just me alone, in this big home, smoking pot all on my own

I got Beau by my side, cause he raps like he flies

Talking like he's one of the wise, almost like he's in disguise, hiding from all those American spies

And now I'm rapping like it's Wednesday, so take the mic off of me, cause I'm having a frenzy

Yea, riding in my Bentley, cos I'm driving this car like it's really elementary

But that's uncanny so its imaginary