[Verse I]
I‘m not just spitting out some neat shit
Fulfilling my uniqueness swipe done to peep this
Creating magic like a deep kiss he is out for the crown
Alone in his zone beating up the weakness
See this as completeness in form of a poet born and raised a genius
Divotees growing like a fetus, truths be needless as core thesis
Heat is there to spread, ah my bars are bullets from a gat
Greed is lethal, so you dead, my scars are build up on a threat
Set in stone, we forget that we be actin like a clone
Regret has been known and got repressed by the numbers on your phone
Social media has shown me life can be stressed out and lonely
I strive to flesh out the phoney this is real vs. effigies like Fat Toni
Imma master of ceremony, while you a disaster that cares only
About the money on the table, the world needs honey but your maple
Flowebees useful like a cable, bars for days and my brain‘s still stable
A world full of fable cards on the table, cuz I'm speaking the truth
What i seek in the booth is being able to speak from the point where the youth is
[HOOK]
You thinking that this world is simple, but it‘s not
You know that the chance is slim, doe the bar is up
Don’t give a fuck, fuck life right on the spot
Keep it real all the fake a simple no-go, tight flows I got
[Verse II]
So as it might goes my tight flows destroy the ozone layer
This might shows that flow sprays like a full grown sprayer
Say ya prayer at the crack of doom I wish you good luck
With lack of fume and creed in me you just stay hood stuck
Stack of boom piled up ‘til the shit explodes
Lack of me free your soul and clip the notes
Split the goats I boogie with their coats
Hit the notes like dick is in her throat
Lit from coke stick with what you wrote
Clit I gloat, pick a route or better let it be
Spit is gold, rhymes unfold, this is my destiny
Test me G, but you won‘t come to an end
Flowetry the prodigy ain't here to pretend
Being heaven sent it‘s hell where I spent
Most of my time, hell is earth and our spine
So I‘m taking mine to put it in a tight position
Mic is wishin‘, I wouldn't keep swishin‘
Intuitions flawless
My visions lawless
Like Christopher Wallace
[HOOK]
You thinking that this world is simple, but it‘s not
You know that the chance is slim, doe the bar is up
Don’t give a fuck, fuck life right on the spot
Keep it real all the fake a simple no-go, tight flows I got
[Verse III]
I write it down to hold it up, sentimental stuck
Probably of givin' a fuck, driven with luck
Sippin‘ it up, pourin‘ it down, Rap struck, hunger on the crown
God leave me alone, got heaven on the phone
Sent me to my zone, never been a clone or a loner
Livin‘ near cologne the perfect mixture of a stoner
And a poet, grown cyclone hold your mind cuz I will blow it
The lowest country, Flwtry highest state
Never meant to wait, elevate like Dwayne Wade
The big G is bloody like a drained steak
Imma trained Drake, sustained hate
Your fake like a paincake, my trait eatin‘ food from your plate
Mutatin‘ to rap‘s flake, Net‘s break, bad stake, good weight
Procerity's what hell made well baked, for fucks sake
I leave you shaked like a earthquake
Since my birth date, brimmin‘ with murth
Ached written turf tape, straight spittin‘
Superior Great Britain outtake
The great FLWTRY, Imma G.O.A.T. with fate in poetry
The great FLWTRY, Imma G.O.A.T. with fate in poetry
