FloNerd - 2019 Final Note

2020 see I'm coming with the rap boy
I'm not human I'm a god and an android
I'm half sleep reading pages on this tabloid
Conversations who they thinking is the rap god

I'm number one but to get there they have to wait
I don't rush I like to do things my kinda way
They checking for me but the truth is I'm outta state
And on my right hand I got my nigga Hasi Flames

Just got off a plane and I'm headed out to baggage claims
I'm thinking bout every single thing my mammy said
You should pray for grace loyalty is rare
Turn around and same
ones you feed gonna snatch your plate

I'm tryna move to a place where I got no neighbors
To keep it G niggas ain't did me no favors
The ones who did I can count on one hand
And I'm grateful cos I know this shit is God's plan

I thank God for the times I was led on
I thank God for the times I was slept on
It was my motivation. and my drive
To bring rapture on any fuckin beat that Imma get on

I keep an eye on my back cos they hating on me
They say they rooting for me It's ironic
Cos the same ones who's tryna take me out
Be the same ones who claim that they looking for me

While they shooting for me
I know they ways I maneuver really smooth
I'm only happy when I get up in the booth
This rapping is my life
I don't just do it when I choose

It got nothing to do with pride
I don't be rapping with them fools
A million views in a day is the new cool
So you buy it just to prove that you's a cool dude

I get it to keep it G it's a lose lose
So quit acting like a dog nigga woof woof

Conversation with self

Rooftop with the goons doing bad stuff
The kinda shit that could get a nigga handcuffed
So when y'all niggas was itchy like you dandruffs
I was in Dubai steady getting handjobs

I see em rappers when they brag about numbers
I'm on the phone talking to Chapo about dollars
Fvck a diss record I don't need to talk further
If you ain't talking money boy you got the wrong number

Murder everything leave duct tapes in crime scenes
Back in the trap with drunk face and ashes
They don't give you shit you gats take your chances
In the music biz it's more snakes than grasses

Boy the game filled with more slaves than masters
Label owner too na nutcase and bastard
And the fact is you a record label owner
So quit tryna act like you a famous rapper

A middle finger is what you get from me
It's my house so imma need that rent money
I heard you need the real then I'm a case study
The billboard at Times Square I need my face on it

I'm sick of talking rap lemme tell you bout my women
I start to get distant when they get up in my business
I'm only being nice cos I wanna bone
So stop thinking that we have some kinda bond

Used to believe when these ladies
Out here tell me that they love me
But now when they say it
I just tell them shawty show me

Now I think with my brain
Used to think with my cock
The last girl I loved
Put some shit in my cup

Let em know I'm the next best thing
I'm riding solo out here menh I'm dead heading
I'm just checking
I'm like a fly up on the wall
Summer's over
Tell em niggas to get ready for the fall

Written by:
Donald Umoru Donald Umoru

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