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Testo Ultimate Flow - Clipse

Testo della canzone Ultimate Flow (Clipse), tratta dall'album Re-Up Gang the Saga Continues

Yeah, in closing
Effortless shit
The ultimate flow, you know
Life is what you make it, your flows are makeshift
I draw this off inspiration, you trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over and I could taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me with this big ass chain
Or this bright ass watch, all this big ass bling
One thing about it, see this more than a name
Say to hell with the verses, still the Re-Up Gang
Two zero comma five a key, the peace symbol front of the V
Fuck gold digger bitches, my Giuseppe freaks
Mama I means no harm, you lack class and charm
But I ain't got it either, accustomed to a certain way of living
Only know two ways of getting, either rap or unwrap
If you ain't get it you ain't live it
So if you ain't get it your money tall as midget, P
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
Accustomed to the luxuries that cheese bring
I'm a grown man, baby at heart, still finding myself teething
The big faces got me fucked up
I admit I'm too weak to stay broke, say fuck it and suck it up
So I worked out with some niggas from my strip
Started off slow, we was all curling nicks
Couple months later I was there lifting bricks
Then I added more weight with intent to get bigger
Now I floss on chicks and intimidate niggas
Stack cheddar in the safe like records in the crates
I cut with two techs, turntables and fade y'all
Little minded niggas think short and stay small
My team ball like A.I. and stay fly
With our eyes on the prize, even though we getting money we'll
Size up your squad, ride on y'all and divide up the pies
Then maintain our rise, what
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
All the money in the world and I ain't fulfilled
But what could be missing, I mean the wrist on chill
The neck all frozen, I should feel like the chosen
Waterfront home, overlooking the ocean
All these hues, one should be humored and amused
But more often than not I find myself confused
Cruising in that drop, and still I feel
As if I'm nothing more than a hamster in a wheel
Enough with the women, they don't see past the chain
I don't see past the ass, two can play the game
Gotta thank God for 'caine, I guess that's the twist
'Cause if I never sold, my rhymes would sound like this
You know, I'd just be standing here looking funny, nothing to say
A bunch of air and shit
It's like a double edged sword, a catch-22
You damned if you don't, you damned if you do
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
Ex-dope dealer, the X being the quotient, dividing the product
By the motion that I move it, once it coasts off the ocean
A poor potion, the black man's anchor
And we don't own tankers, but the trinkets that we buy is gon' sink us
This dope thinker is torn, I'm at odds with myself
And no matter what I buy I can't pardon myself
Pardon my wealth, my arm wear charm here
Contradict myself but I was honest here
I feel I'm tarnished here, but I'm a smooth nigga
Check my walk, you love my swagger, plays my part
The crème de la crème, raise my art
Who fucking with I, touch I
Must I, simply clear my throat, the king, they can't hush I
Plus I got these niggas under pressure, got they eyes bloodshot
Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P
Gang four brothers like we blood tied
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby
You mad huh, I know you like my style
You got to feel us, it's the real one
Unfamiliar, nothing that you've ever known
The ultimate flow, you know, dope baby



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