Flatline (Re Up) ft. Lil Sicko Lyrics

Time after time I'm seeing enemies Phonies and these fakes being friends To me

Flatline every time they see us Serving I'ma hit em with that re-up

Keep em all close so I see em straight Never lose my focus till I see the grave

Flatline every time they see us (switch It up)

Serving I'ma hit em with that re-up

If I was blessing the mic You'd call me MAKA the God

As I sit back on the flight I'm staying Higher than y'all

I'm looking down from the sky With My eyes on my foes

I keep my homies away And my Enemies close

But if you really wanna see Exactly What's on in my mind

I keep on killing these beats With all These hooks and these rhymes

I'm quick to lose all my shit And go From 0 to 60

A bipolar condition Switching moods So swiftly

Watch me, I get my 4-5 Cock it back, Get the MAK and the loaded 9

In the trap, it's a rap, and I'm losing my Mind

Going psycho with a rugar and the Minitech Get em, mind blown with That 40 ounce

Blowing trees 420 till I'm high in the Clouds I smoke so much, they never Bring me down

Stay wicked in my ways, are you Feeling me now? Animal

That's what they call me When I Rippin the flows and I'm killing the Game

Bomb first, on these motherfuckers Bringing the pain So, so psychotic When I'm bringin the flames

MAKA old school with that crazy style Y'all bitches go hide when I'm bringing Em out

Can't run from the Mac when I'm Hunting down I meant what I said, are You feeling me now

Time after time, I'm seeing enemies Phonies and these fakes being friends To me

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re Up

Keep em all close so I see em straight Never lose my focus till I see the grave

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re Up

Time after time, I'm seeing enemies Phonies and these fakes being friends To me

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re Up

Keep em all close so I see em straight Never lose my focus till I see the grave

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re UP

I swear to God I hit a lick

Came up sick about 20 bricks

Cashed it in hooked up my kids

Pulled up the hood in a foreign whip

Said I'm sick with it damn right homie

Always think about my kids

When I spit it

So I get it gotta get it how I live

Aint no other gonna do so I

Did it how I did it

Now you know what the

Business is

Spit the truth ain't nobody

Do it like

P double R homie

Snatch the crown man man I been

Had it locked just been to

Stoned homie

They woke me up they Lil sicko man We need you back

To many muthafuckas out

Here are wack

They make it look bad for Chicano rap

Im like fuck that bout to

Bring the OGz back

Take a picture with a Kodak

And a fat bubba kush sack

Aint nobody gonna get it

How I get it and I know that

Doing what I gotta gotta gonna gonna Flip it

It's the only way I get so you

Know I'm bout my business

Every time it's time to spit it

I kill it with the realist so

You know that ima get it

Time after time, I'm seein' enemies

Phonies and these fakes bein' friends to Me

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re UP

Keep em all close so I see em straight

Never lose my focus till I see the grave

Flatline every time they see us Serving, I'ma hit em with that Re Up