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My flow gon cut like some razor blades
Your boy got luck like an ace of spades
Smoking on stuff feel strange for days
Pour up my cup til my brain delays
I'm all grown up had to change my ways
Them not so much but I ain't complain
I gotta show love because patience pays
But if I wanna know something I ain't playing charades
Taking these drugs in an ancient cave
Chasing this bud with the Tanqueray
Making sweet love til she creme brûlée
They ain't keeping up 'cause they can't relate
Eating up beats like scrambled eggs
Won't deal with no creeps out snatching bags
All real when I speak you can have your brags
No deals this week still matching tags
My flow gon cut like some razor blades
Your boy got luck like an ace of spades
Smoking on stuff feel strange for days
Pour up my cup til my brain delays
I'm all grown up had to change my ways
Them not so much but I ain't complain
I gotta show love because patience pays
But if I wanna know something I ain't playing charades
Got 'em feeling this heat like Santa Fe
Might pull up in a Tucson to move something
Young guy in a Hyundai spitting dumb rhymes
Drinking rum wine until he has a fun time
They don't make 'em like me I'm only one kind
And I ain't taking my leave until I'm done trying
Don't be faking your steeze that's a front slime
And while you scraping up seeds I get Runtz high
My flow gon cut like some razor blades
Your boy got luck like an ace of spades
Smoking on stuff feel strange for days
Pour up my cup til my brain delays
I'm all grown up had to change my ways
Them not so much but I ain't complain
I gotta show love because patience pays
But if I wanna know something I ain't playing charades
I'm baked bright and breezy in the sunshine
Tryna make my life easy from the tough times
I'll be major league competing get the umpire
'Cause the game it said it need me on the front lines
For the fame I get the feeling I'm the right guy
They be claiming I'm conceited that's a nice lie
Only dangerous to demons in the night time
Rolling with the gang Willie Beamen at the white line
My flow gon cut like some razor blades
Your boy got luck like an ace of spades
Smoking on stuff feel strange for days
Pour up my cup til my brain delays
I'm all grown up had to change my ways
Them not so much but I ain't complain
I gotta show love because patience pays
But if I wanna know something I ain't playing charades
Written by: Andrew Kevin McDonald, Tyler Pelley
