Verdant ft. DJ Joe Louis Lyrics

Let me get back to this, the flow got hacked and shit

I was distracted with my practices, got caught in vices

Sin it got a crazy grip, I slip the shit

Pray to God and ask for second chances

With, then grab my whip and drive, bout half the town

Till I regained my wit, no gas is how expensive ish

It got me working through this with the weight upon my back

No pressure so I slide and smooth and lit

The flow just pooped manure, he sick

He's God gift with the mentalist, it show he blessed

Yes, it's evident and it's evidence

Swinging on the loop, King Kong in it

Supreme this is a dream, on man it seem

He bright shining shade, still blinding it

Catalog got some rocky flows, lines swinging like Pacquiao

Propositions, still box em in, exposition

Still knock him out, Dikembe cannot box me out

Bunch of squares can't box me out

That's three examples in case you ever had a doubt

He Showtime, the stars in town

Making up for when I'm not around

And even when at your neck, it's all love

Don't feel the weight from clowns

In the booth I feel like a crocodile

Stalking niggas on a golf resort

Or a tiger in the woods, my bars up to par

Bag of Vans, we on the green

These ain't just cigars, got the club swinging

And in my Titleist coveralls

Up on the top floor, it's bouncing like a rubber ball

Nine iron, it's a chip shot

Yeah, we come for war, popping ace

Bogeys teed off, cause we hustle hard

Shoot something small out the caddy

That's my mother's car

In my city, the country clubs are crossed from the ghetto

They needed service to work under the guys

They could be successful

Chopper with the oak stock, woodworking like Geppetto

This the wood, your life flashes before you when they flash the metal

The only hole in ones they know is headshots

The only birdies they familiar with

In tan blocks, put put caprice

Long as a raisin bran box

With homies since Sandlot

And the sand traps with Graham rocks, nigga