Noah “40” Shebib - Merivale Road Flows lyrics

[Verse 1] Shout out to Based God, I'm on my based flow I'm in a based ride, rolling with my ba** low I broke the cement, vocal got the sea bent Moses in the moment so don't let me open event From a town where nothing super special ever happens Computer heads is writing code, you'll find me home and rapping Relationships are overlapping like a paper clip Every second b**h has got a Youtube with some makeup tips So how am I supposed to paint with different textures The culture where I live is about as rich as texting up your exes And every time I try to ride a wave I always find a way to wind up on the wrong side of treasure island SOS is what I'm crying 'til a beat remind me of what I am - a creature flowing with a purpose Soaking up the rapping back when Napster was illegal surfing So I been working, Alan Turing made a way for touring My favorite rapper's like a world away in origin Still I'm relating more to him than any northern men I ain't about to hop a trend for some ends My murder pen motion all depends on what your motive is An outcast 'til I'm out of gas Salute to Big and Three Stacks, I swear I lived a southern past I tell her "shake your outer ma** 'til you out of a**" She down forever, hours pa**, I don't doubt her cla** I'm on a heist, tryna boost morale on the mic But in the cypher hyper, leave a mortal man poltergeist It's what I live for, get up out of bed for Stand up and record in the booth 'til my legs sore My eyes aren't on the prize, I need them for the road Blind steering ain't the way for me to find spirit First place is never leaving, it's few that ever seat it Fewer keep it, and those often died enormous So just like Hov said I'd rather do that than live dormant The biz open, send a warning, I'm just warming up Cloud blowing like an omen, I been off-the-doming I'm in the moment, being reckless, kicking doors in [Bridge x4] Spit my sh** up on a piece of paper, let it soak in [Verse 2] Why can't we work it out? I saw you in the city looking down, acting upper cla** like you Berkeley bound Big town, but it can't contain the way that we been distant The text you sent me felt like just an indent sh**, our last date was shorter than my tax break I know I gotta get my sh** in order before my a** break Man, how much more ignoring can my a** take? I know the sh** I make is worthy of a fat rate I'm doing it right, doing it on my birthday Doing it for my family Doing it bigger than Kilimanjaro k**ing a man, but not with a barrel The flow it be my ammo I'm doing it for the thrill of it When's the bill coming? I don't give a f**, I'm living like the bill's nothing Tryna build something outta nothing Hit it pump it make it dump it Let the people rate it praying that they wanna bump it When I am on my kamehameha, bill me please and I'll show run it easily See, by then I would have for sure done it on the beat Bawitdaba like a kid rocking on the street [Outro] I got the chips up, I got the soothing flows I put that on my family j**els and my future home I'm here to prove wrong the doubters and my future foes Already licking on the wounds from my future blows You gotta get it in the moment before you dead Because a moment only last in the past and the future knows Already put my word up all up on the track And I don't ever go back on nothing that I used to know