Lyrics:
you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just
these bitches need a tutor
'S if I'on know what I wanna do to her
Damn!
This shit is unbelievable how to explain?
Game full of fools
No pain want gains
There is something that you can share to help our outback home', I reply
We need more rangers like me. You could let your audience know
How do we become
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you
I rightfully chose
Fuck the hoes
Love the bros
To the top we done rose
Its the law follow nature
Why you hate on our flow
You do the most
And if
think about fuckin' her
And go fuck my other bitch that
Live in fuckin' big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do
But check it
How you spell
steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
the temperature but
Next thing I know
I'm drownin'
This here for the sun seekers (run the track)
What makes you think
I'm not in love?
How could you know
the ocky way
A true artist run my concerts in showers
A younger generation that I'm tryna empower
The world used to be sweet by the day it gets sour
You want
Cause I play Quincy and inject you with some syanide
Catch somebody else, one by one, that oughta get'em
If not I'm forced to use another form
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it?
Bitch you wrong, if think you really gone (really gone)
They ain't keepin' up with Nox, bitch I run the track (run the track)
Bout to leave 'em in
(yeah)
We gon' show you how to party right (yeah)
So pass the uh and get the hype (yeah)
Alright, we gon' party tonight (yeah)
Doo-do-do, doo-do-do
I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want
a problem child
Some call me wild
Others just call me for fronts
'cause they always loud
Yes, they always loud, like a concert crowd
If you ain't know, nigga,
I am a need
They want many more of these tracks
I see 'em begging down on their knees,
Making all of this a reality,
It is no longer a dream
You know
I wanted to tell you when you sat in the back of that philosophy class
But I couldn't bring myself to do it
Because those three damn words ended my
gotta shake you to the ground
But just give me, huh, what I know is mine
People do you hear me, just gimme the sign
It ain't much I'm asking, if you want
"How can you?"
Roll like the Giants down the foothill strip
With beats thumping top down bumping a bitch
Shit I had to have drop didn't care, if I had
Microphone check, check, check two
Microphone check, check, check three
Microphone check, check, check four
What y'all niggas wanna do, how y'all gon' do it?
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