Psilocybin Flow Lyrics

Ok

Game is chess not checkers, checkmate

Ok the game is chess not checkers, checkmate

Niggas wanna rush take ya spot take ya place

No I'm not impatient took my turn had to wait

Heavy is the head that hold crown it got weight

Lunch at Poor Calvin I been plotting on estates

To take over the world we gotta start in ya state

Before you take a risk make sure it's high stakes

I just left the high rise still in a high place

Feel the psilocybin all in my face

So I take her on a trip before I take her on a date

She saw the other side of gemini she said I'm two faced

I can see it's all cap off top toupee

Say you don't like my dawgs aww touché

My boys on the corner with the water Boucher

I feel like my net worth getting bigger everyday

Plus my stocks keep on rising boy that's icing on the cake

Manifest getting clearer every word that I say

All that bullshit I went through I knew I was gon be great

Gotta put that pride aside when its dealing with fate

Keep yo eyes on the prize boy I told you we was gon be straight

Uh

Yeah, straight up

Had to tell my ponna don't worry bout how they came up

Cause the blessing they got we will not be getting the same one

And when we reach the top they will not know how to contain us

Ooo

Lets get dangerous

My boys hopping out trucks and they pulling out the stainless

We the clan you can't hang with us

My boy send packs up and down that road off that mega bus

They mistake me for the Jonas keep my bros with us

I'm a real one if you falling I'll hold you up

But you cant take that shit for granted cause we'll fold ya up

With these shots we wake up blocks we keep that foldgers bruh

Went retarded with them Ree's we the soldiers bruh

Got so wicked with that weed had to grow me some

Game resemble CP3 cuz I control the Suns

They playing golf in these streets they put a hole-in-1

And they ain't stop when they made yo gun that ain't the only one

We got cash to pay the bond and bury ya momma son

All this trauma when I was young carrying a hunnid tons

Call 9-1-1 boy I'm dropping bombs

Uh

Yeah and thats not a threat

Psilocybin left my face I feel it in my chest

My kids had left the tip of my dick and landed on her breast

She say 1-2 pills ain't enough she taking XXX

She dun mixed with her drink she think its triple sec

Had to tell her slow her roll 'fore she miss a step

Now I can teach ya pick n roll I can make ya Steph

Or I can teach ya to make ya own I could make a chef

You rotate it to the right, it bubble, take it left

With this potion make some dollars now they think ya Cref

Gotta keep some young thugs keep alotta Jeffs

And you know that word is bond all secrets kept

Ain't get them snakes up out ya lawn they caught ya while you slept

And they was posted at the wake they watched the family wept

Shit get hot like wonton gotta protect ya neck

Staring at the mirror so long can't even see yourself