The Criimson Flow

Ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah, Brodie Ayy Yeah, yeah (Yeah, it's gettin' hot over here, bruh) (Skrr!) Ayy, yeah In the mirror's the man I'm at toes with (Mirror, mirror) Myself, the old me No, ion vie with my friends and my brodies Dawg, I'm too deep in the bag with my own shit (it's facts) And I been like this since I zoned in Ceased to compare and I buried my toes deep Into contentment and plethora grown shit And started running at my own speed Started running like a nose bleed You know how that crimson flow be (ayyy) Slow and steady, ain't skippin' no process Taking lessons while I sift thru the whole shit (ayy, ayy) Niggas lack patience nowadays Yeah, I seen how they sell off they souls cheap (I seen it) Cuttin' corners, pullin' that old drift (skrr) Just so they can keep up with the Joneses But Brodie, you know me (you know me dawg) I'ma tell it plain you on weak nigga shit If I spot you dancin' to that rhythm and beat (plain!) Swayin' easy like the trees in the wind (yeah) Too scared to be different, too scared to be real Flockin' around like the birdies and sheeps (birdies and sheeps) Always one with the crowd, discontented and shit (uh) Being too covetous Too used to measuring your progress with Other niggas, when you 'pose to be Countin' all your blessings like the Rosary Nigga that shit must be sleep deprivin' Always wantin' to know where the Joneses is (I bet) Keep on like that and your days gon be short You know just how the Winter Solstice is (You know, you know, my nigga you know, ayy) Ayy, ayy Shit ain't the way dawg (no) Stick to your lane and run it Quit lettin' 'em fuck with your head dawg (quit lettin' 'em Keep it on straight and solid Most niggas be fakin', they ain't got (keep it on straight, dawg) Shit in they bank or pocket With time, the wind gon knock they shades off, Nigga Ayy (Knock it off, knock it off, bro) Shit ain't the way dawg (ayy) Stick to your lane and run it Quit lettin' them fuck with your head dawg (ayy) Keep it on straight and solid Most niggas be fakin', they ain't got (keep it on straight, dawg) Shit in they bank or pocket (ayy) With time, the wind gon knock they shades off (With time, with time) Nigga My nigga, with time) (Knock it off, knock it off, knock it off) Skrr (Wooo) Brodie