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conrad jenkins - free flow lyrics

[verse 1: connor]

we be going long
so we putting in the footwork
in my zone when i kick it
so my foot hurt
young c wiig
and he coming out the woodwork
every time i lay a verse
they be like, “good work!”
i’m a sly dude
put in work all day though
got them nice moves like my name was mj doe
run up on me and you get olayed hoe
kick and a push
and they run amuck
like a cat toy
they be like, “oh shit, whaddup?”
cause it’s dat boi
but i pledge alleg to my city
like a parapleg on a pair of skis
shit’s trippy
and i’m smoking green like a parakeet
on the balcony
f-ck with me
prerogative mr. t
and you’re the fool that i pity
all about the details
what’s the nitty-gritty?
only go for tree sales if it’s sticky icky
love for the females
wide and itty-bitty
but when this place blows up like yosemite
i just hope that you remember me

[verse 2: connor]

i just wanna make music that y’all can relate with
some art to fill that emptiness you feel when it’s spacious
the key is to be gracious
improve on your patience
don’t dig your own grave
or become your own patient
so i scream f-ck hate
i’m up late to update my state
and i can’t adjust fate
but i serve these cats like i just ate
and i masticate to make weight
then i go out my way to make the cake
always on-the-go like my feet were shake weights
everybody worried about the cream
but i don’t let the cash daunt me
positive energy’s what i need around me
don’t…
step into my house cause it’s haunted
c wiig
and i’m feeling quite anointed
keep a buffet of rappers like warren
wait, that’s buffet
ah f-ck it
turn a warren to a duncan
now i’m slam dunking
like 85 on my back
yeah you know my words running
that’s ocho cinco
hit you with the tradesmen
that’s uncle rico
all eyes on jenkins like they wearing a pea coat
gold chains
i don’t need those
kept the hope and faith
like my name was tim tebow
and the flow is great
they love my c-notes
this is conscience battling ego
and it’s monstrous
no d-low
in the c-ckpit
and my rhymes like comets
flying through ya comments
hushing all the nonsense
bringing back life to a soul that was jaundice
yeah they know i’m on this

- conrad jenkins lyrics

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