Flowers Flow

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Yo, back in the days I was rapping away

With a hand full of rage not handful a grade

I was mad for my age

Them times man didn't rate

How did you handle the hate?

Straight

They tried closing the door but the boy climbed over the gate

Them times I'd be home by four then I would watch Home and Away

First had a hat full of waves

Then I went back to the braids

Never got wrapped in the rave

Never got jacked for my j's

I never got phased

I was just tryna get paid

One bre try backing a blade but he wasn't on jack anyway

I was on track for the grades, nearly got trapped by a babes

Coulda been rage

But the boydem wised up

Never wait for the day that your times up

Now I run up on the stage and it light up

And there's nobody like us

Plus I'm moving righteous

Well I'm supposed to be, they notice me

The hope that they hope to be

Independent, nobody was owning me

Couldn't care if the culture see

Cause I'm culture, see

Most high looking over me, they know that the lead

Was never for taking

Sitting debating, waiting, whether he's greatest

There still tying up laces

But I lap em in the races

I was filling an oasis

Giving them a basis

Then pull up in the dance and see bare different faces

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

I know a bagga mc's that think that they're badder than me

But none of them badder than me

Lace the track with the rage that I'm bringing in

Straight to rap never paid him a dividend

State the fact it's a cage that we're living in

Break the back never swayed never giving in

Face the fact it's a maze that we're living in

Hate the fact that the wage is a minimum

Face the fact imma break it was imminent

Rate the raps and the ways he delivered them

Mic fiddling, mic spinning him

Might trigger him, hype hype spinning him

Might finish him, bright lights spinning him

Guys digging him, why try sitting in

Eyes diligent, my time should've been

Last year but the rise still imminent

Tried fitting in, no guys bringing him

Eyes glittering, I rhyme synonyms

Came with a backpack through the window

With pad full of mad raps and a lingo

Aim for the fat stacks cause I been low

Never changed for the fat racks for your info

Ain't gonna step back when the wind blows

And I came with a jetpack on your tiptoes

Aimed for the get back imma win loads

Am I braced for the setbacks man I think so

Oh dear, Stones here

Ain't gonna chat back when I go clear

Came for the mad stacks and I won't share

Got the cash in a backpack for the whole year

Oh yeah oh yeah

You never got a reload It was all air

Never got a free throw It was all air

No long imma go clear

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

Badder than who?

You ain't badder than me

I'm a badder mc

I know a bagga mc's that think that they're badder than me

I was gonna kill em with the riddim, so I kill em with the riddim

So I tell em what they really wanna know

I was getting busy with the mission but they didn't wanna listen

So I had to go and kill em with the flow

I was getting busy with the written, had a feeling and a vision

I was in it but they didn't wanna know

She was tryna fiddle with the fiddle cause I kill em with the riddle

Let me tell em what they really wanna know

I was tryna figure what this thing is and you know the funny thing is

I would kill it when I did it on my own

Gimme twenty minutes and I'll bring it to the bone

I ain't got a limit just a lyric and a phone

A lot of people did it never did it like the Stone

I was getting bigger but they figured that I won't

I ain't gonna talk just blow, let's go!

Just gimme my flowers

Ten thousand hours

When the life gets deep gotta find my feet

Cause I ain't no coward

I adapt that's me then attack that's me

I was blessed with powers

Imma stack that cheese, Imma rap that steeze

Till the game was ours

Just gimme my flowers

Ten thousand hours

When the life gets deep gotta find my feet

Cause I ain't no coward

I adapt that's me then attack that's me

I was blessed with powers

Imma stack that cheese, Imma rap that steeze

Till the game was ours

Game is ours