The Flavor

Yeah
Woah, ayy

I had to let go, simply ‘cause I knew it was the best
She had the petrol, swear to god I love that ho to death
I had the metro boomin’, I was hot, I had to [?]
Keep it correct though, niggas cheap like calling out collect
I need my back rubbed, that’s the place I carry my whole state
I am no bathtub, but I run this shit like summer days
Running tax up, sonning niggas simply for the shade
You should back up, I don’t need no snakes up in my face

I swear to god, I made it far
I’m going hard when I whip the boulevard
Became a star, now everybody want a favor
Biting all my style but nobody know the flavor
God, I made it far
I’m going hard when I whip the boulevard
Became a star, now everybody want a favor
Biting all my style but nobody know the flavor

Riding ‘round the city in a Ford, not a fuckin’ foreign
All these newer niggas in the city pretty boring
Got my swag downloaded like a fucking torrent
So I switched it up quick, dawg how could I forfeit?
Man I’m getting paid, nothing like my younger days
Back then I was unamazed, you should put the gun away
Cause it isn’t worth it, though they might deserve it
No no one is perfect, bro you got a perfect
Swear the dedication paid off
Man I never took a day off
And I never took a pay cut
These pussy niggas gettin’ laid off

I swear to god, I made it far
I’m going hard when I whip the boulevard
Became a star, now everybody want a favor
Biting all my style but nobody know the flavor
God, I made it far
I’m going hard when I whip the boulevard
Became a star, now everybody want a favor
Biting all my style but nobody know the flavor