Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Flow-ers lyrics

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Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Flow-ers lyrics

Now, If I ain't know no better, I coulda been s**ed right up into the setup But I kept my head up, and everytime I failed I would get up See I ain't need no nines and berettas I k** with the lines and the letters, with the verbs and the nouns Just a kid trynna get his sound heard around Jump into cyphers, and keep the old timers, astounded They said he was the best in his surroundings cause everyone around him would drown him In the fair one, no one son could pound him With the lyrics, you pray you hear it, they said his bad hood couldn't match his good spirit And one day his mom and dad, will be cheering To his grammy nomination and proclamation To his world domination, inauguration into greatness From making rations to caking 2 A.M he be up like addict he's an addict alarm clock pop he back at it Barely got any sleep, but, he gotta eat Cause ain't sh** cheap and his soul is torned out of feet He got dreams, but don't plan on sleeping until he reach 'em Until you all feast him, paying houses where you sleep in Until his album ready and his fans get it leaking just for sneak peaks and Until then, his home is the booth He spittin' to the plaque it's poofed off his tooth Like Hocus Pocus Or word he's too focused You should quote it His goal is the denial that he wrote it Flowin' like oceans and menstruals Ink from the pen, lies within my credentials They told me that I could be mental But mommma always said that I was special Haters tell me I should stop My enemies tryin' see me in the box So the streets tell me to cop a Glock and pop it But something down deep tells me I'm the next prophet Like the new Muhammad or the new Marcus Garvey Or probably, it makes sense why I'm so heavily guarded Wait, no, please restart it I'm heavenly guarded, it's the golden child and for a while God been looking down with a smile Watchin' me prosper Attackin' with the raps and then conquer The junior Frank Sinatra, rapping out the Opera You should spectate in the booth with a suit and binoculars Like n***a it's a honor, it's motherf**in' honor