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the ritz - flow season lyrics

[verse 1: fleeze]
somebody tell me what to do
i feel a little misconstrued
i feel a little bit like
i should get a stylist and wear all white
see now a days no one does sh-t right
you can make plight after plight but still not get a d-mn bite
these kids are fickle
don’t focus on them you pr-ck
i’ll put words down just to get
my sh-t off ground i spit
a little bit
just to get bread out of it
i’m no twit
i know how to sell sh-t
if you can’t get grip you’ll slip, so
i feel like i may just have to warn you
stay hungry as f-ck like wack in the morn do
raiding your fridge for anything i can get
to put in my mouth, filled with spit
to start making some dope sh-t
if you have a question i suggestion raising hands
no parlor tricks, magic i make and go ham
if you have nothing left to say, i understand
see, this is fleeze baby and i know i’m the man
woo

[hook: wack and fleeze]
wake up feeling like hot sh-t
i been doing all i can
but i still ain’t rich
sleeping in my broke -ss room
or at the ritz
i been waiting for a wake up call
but i ain’t heard sh-t

[verse 2: wack]
somebody tell me what to do
i feel a little bit confused
i feel a little bit like
i should save the city in some black tights
these fake f-ckers are saving some face
sucking up
paving their way to
shutting up
say you some grace, b-ttercups
little fish
wish a diss would come my way
you might say i’m like mike vick
on some dog bite sh-t
the wrong type to dismiss on some
alright sh-t
a pessimist
p-ssing mist
on your top 5 list, b-tch
the sleeper cell is armada
i got a lotta you viewers who ain’t been
watching the saga
three kings on some mr. majin, drop me the drama
sip a thicket of d-ckets and make a call to your mama
i spit harder than an old pr-ck bartering
and charging up his card hard
bargaining at target when
not again, gotta get
to the sh-tter
it’s bad, it’s wack baby
but you know he ain’t a quitter

[verse 2: fleeze]
i want to say f-ck being humble to the guys in the front
who are talking all this sh-t like they never tried to front
and lie about the money
they claimed to be make time after time
while they were busting their hump
just trying not to up and die
now they want to talk mad sh-t
to the king of dap, the kid
also known as fleeze
illest emcee?
they think i spit bad?
on some boom bap, i made my own gas
‘cause everything i heard was f-cking trash

[verse 4: wack]
scratch that
it’s more alike what the sound of knife
rife with a macking for backside’s
sounding like
little bit like that
but whose back’s getting had
when you’re friends with a rat?
caesars of the scene will be
seeking you suckers militant
f-ck a rally
ima make rap ill again
flow season is eating the herd and thinning it
headline: fs back, k!lling it

- flow season lyrics

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