[Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
Look
[Tobe Nwigwe]
Ooh, I have been hand-selected by Yah
I merely complied in hopes to be a scribe he can cherish
Ooh, my hood see me as a guide and they know I keep that fire
For all those who carest not that we perish
Ooh, I know that my bars are esoteric
Ooh, low-key, I just had my second heiress
My flow the rarest, it deserve some merit
I am inherently barbaric, when it comes to spittin', I ain't generic
Ooh, look, yeah, big pole on me
No red light, but it stop traffic
Ooh, yeah, don't cheat
But I keep the Cardi B close, that's a loud ratchet
Ooh, yeah, gotta keep the heat
While I move my feet down the road to Damascus
Ooh, yeah, honor every word I speak
Treat the beat like the Pope do the Sabbath
[Trae the Truth]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
[Trae the Truth]
How the vocabulary flips, set the record like it was Guinness
Finish any track, go to hit 'em like it was tennis
If you timid, then the flow get to runnin' like it's a scrimmage
Lyrically, I'm murder for hire, but let 'em witness
Man down, who gon' get 'em up? Try to sit 'em up
Thinkin' 2Pac "Hit 'em Up" how I lit 'em up
Eat a rapper any day, when I finish, spit him up
Track god, this the Heaven flow, 'bout to send him up
Give me the beat, I'm finna speak, make 'em retreat, put 'em to sleep
I'm in they face, look at the pace, flow is nasty like a freak
Never defeat, I am a champ, tell 'em repeat, I'm in it deep
Higher fashion, nothin' cheap, nightmares like I was Meek
This the W, I use it for wins and for the west
Truth is never ended up second, I been the best
Leave reality to pull up and get 'em, I been the stress
Yeah, my words bulletproof, you would think they live in a vest
[Tobe Nwigwe]
Look, I'm ten toes down when you see me in my city
I'm the truth, I got juice, I keep tools when its friction
My flow ignant, my flow nasty, every beat I touch a casket
My flow shaba, I'm boombastic, ain't too many cut from this fabric
Look
Ayy, straight up, man, I'ma be honest with you, mane
Man, look, the hardest thang to do in in this day and age is
Stay ten toes down, you feel me?
Everybody with all that high cappin' and bumpin'
It is what is, but it's hard to stay ten toes down, you feel me?
Out the mud, out the gutter, you hear me? Huh?
Come on, mane
I ain't with all that tongue wrestlin' and gum bumpin' either, mane
Straight up, I talk fly to ya 'fore I lie to ya, you feel me?
Sideways
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