[Verse1 :Phlow] I've always been words no actions Always been bark no bite Feels all pent in the past Tensed up work on my pen No quotes to cite All of held up cannot put my ink down And they'll never know all the feelings that I found I put them all up in my pent house I know the view Don't ask just do Yeah I did it Yeah I kept it Never wrote it Never show it Never showed it It never is easy especially when you forget how to put on the off switch Off from a cliff then I fell to ditch [Bridge] The world spins on without you And most of that spin happens when you're not around [Verse 2: Phlow] In my pent house I'm trap sitting On a chaise lounge I'm sipping soco Till my glass is empty You fill me up again Then you go ahead and go on We like a freaking disaster Tell em to get out they phones and record it Thought it I'd sort it Retort it abort it emotionally It's freaking distorted The you you know Is you who Should have know the love myth exists to screw you Over, used to think what to do Literally had it backwards with you But if I'm numb then You won't see me frown Yo if I'm numb then You wouldn't even know you brought me down no no

[Verse 1: Phlow] I stepped in the booth blew the top off on some cnt find pen ok top of Of the dome I been waiting to pop off not soft this is not soft This some sweating and putting in work so don’t tell be to knock off I been aiming to hit where it hurts give em some school then drop off On where dem where de, dey sef/ Lyrics burning a hole in d gauge sef Yes ke make dem take care / because I have been killing on this here They tried dey luck but I am so outta they league this is something else Fela 'Kulapo Kuti mode u cannot test this girl I dribble fake passed I took a shot bet they thought I would lose it but I went and took a spot on d list of their favourite hop I been hoping n beasting at will heading for the top Everything I say I do I do it with a passion If I gotta be a *itch imma be a bad one [Chorus: Kehlani] [Verse 2: Phlow] That phlow spit be getting miraculous I float and I sting like arachnids I weave thru d bull and dat ish I can smell it a mile away I won’t be having it I’m attacking it yes I’m attacking it Ticked off and its time I went ham on em Lift off going sky high while they Tripped off, tripped off I am sick of all the back talk If u wanna say something i listening n*****r I tell em its all in the wrist when i’m taking the wheel And i counting my figures It figures though this here is pivotal So do not be mad at me when i get lyrical This is for keeps and it cannot be stop one its stared and headed pinnacles I dribble fake passed I took a shot bet they thought I would lose it but I went and took a spot on d list of their favourite hop I been hoping n beasting at will heading for the top Everything I say I do I do it with a passion If I gotta be a *itch imma be a bad one [Chorus: Kehlani]

[Verse 1: Phlow] Reaching for the hardest bars I ever had to write Yeah this the hardest thing I ever had to bite Nah i’m kidding driving down a fast lane Osbourne Was when the lyrics floated up and then came I had the radio turned up on blast 2 a.m alone coming from a show way past My bedtime staying up so they don’t sleep on this I think they woke a sleeping giant in this game oh shit Focused ,developed a super power the past don’t even matter to me I'm looking forward thats the only path that matters to me Be me Thats the major thing I’m going for Right people around me positive, vibing and going forth Free styling in the dark I guess that how them hits done came along Squeezing in my closet with my mic to get the perfect song Born and breed up in this city I been cooking ,cooking up a different broth up in the Gidi [Chorus:Phlow] *Screwed Vocals* [Verse 2: Phlow] Story time, My story board showed everything my vision blurred So I reach for lenses prescribed to view the world A little clearer see intentions when they steer her In directions whose your Uber when your engines knocked from pressure Ask for punches I ain't really got that much of it A lover not a fighter but don’t test me though come off of it yo I will represent what I will represent I won’t be here today and gone tomorrow For the fame and glit (hell of it) I hope they get me not just Monkey see and monkey do Hope they have a why and not a Do it cuz they think its cool I'm here to own this from the start And that is be true to my art i said my art And thats the The freaking meaning of the Phlow That comes in naturally and thats it Sorry if u didn’t get the punches and the matches Sorry if d song I say i’ll drop to me is banging And to u it isn’t how u though this was supposed to happen ahh Born and breed up in this city I been cooking cooking up a different broth up in the Gidi

[Verse 1: PHLOW] Do re mi starting on a high note Took a bout a minute to own it on Man I'd been feining to scratch that itch like a vinyl Tidal waves I been flowing since I had pens like a paddle Or motored my boat or a Chopper Don't push me that's improper Chops on my beat some veggies I do this proper Hard knocks ,more like I kicked the door down And made myself at home up in this game Like this ain't your house Been curious since my adolescence So I let the sessions and the lessons lead to common sense Nas and some Slick Rick thrown in a little Kendrick U know the sort rap that was jus rap I'm not a critic I take the Critique as compliments It means u made at least a wrinkle on they consciousness Optimist yeah I'm Raising the bar(s) Giving em space I'm taking off while I be gazing at stars [Verse 2: CYCLONE] It was all a dream and it still is Grinding on the thousands hoping for millis Where my next meal is bruh I'ono what chill is Cos the pepper gats rest talking red hot chillis Now the deal is Stay gutted like i took out where the gill is Pull the mirror out remind myself what real is Dear mama, I hope you feel this Cos aim of it all is to ball till we don't care what the bill is See I don't spit useless I spit useful Keep the young minds mature and mature minds youthful Cos God is the DJ, man is the emcee,your life is the record, do not live it empty But Don't get it twisted yall ain't contortionists Mc hammer dope see, none of yall can touch on this None of yall can beat this, bloody percussionists Lets play the blame game to whom shall I apportion this... sickness