[Intro: MonGstar] Eyow you know what it is MonGstar, Mistique Flow on a beat And the sound is good, gooder goodest And I'm the coolest [hook: Mistique Flow (MonGstar)] I'm on my grind,( man I'm on my grind) I'm on my grind(yeah I'm on my grind), Im on my grind( you know that is true) and I'm still on my mind yeaah(I never lose the two) X2 [verse 1 : MonGstar] I'm perfect, everytime no tastic rice I'll get you on caskets you lil cats get it right? Can't stand my ish trash? get chairs I'm fly like kites You kiss a** this ain't chess but I'm a king and tite... Hommie your tracks ain't no bangs But only trash on black bags Only time I'm insane, throughout I'm punching line Jiving in a storm, rain dance no wine But these lames are drunk Yeah I'm moving forward no standard bank We OG and gangsters rip them beats apart Aah and these lames get me paraphrasing Tido's line If writing something making sense was having s** lotta hommies be virgins They writing trash with no essence and they're old-fashioned Hommies the game is upgraded get a new version Yeah [hook] [verse 2 : MonGstar] Maain I'v been to your hoes and they are all s**ers You never been to real shows you only perform at ciphers They never feel your weak flows dude you really suffer When I shot at rappers you were watching snipers And mayne them girls say MonGstar satisfies no need for snickers You have to exercise yow I mean you all s**ers Compared to you all the dude is tite so stay reverend Bitter as gall I walk tall and always stay relevent I keep my thing simple man ain't nothing complex But whoever spits after me his story is anti-climax Those who can't spit I'll get you silent like the letter K at knife Or even better yet like the letter H at rhyme Hommies I k** you, on your tracks keep me sidelined But still I'm smashin' a Game Snatchin' em dames From all of these lames I ain't finna call names Yeah [hook]