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picky v - brotherly flow lyrics

they can’t bar like me
rhyme like a g
i got the flow of the year
accelerate when i shift through the gears
ten years back, in the past
i had different peers
shattered gl-ss
on the head of a snake in a mask
i feel i’m too bait for the task
task at hand, is writing bars
stay far from road, i still got scars
from shotting, dodge, unmarked, cars
i spit cos i got bare flow
get reloads
make man shout out yo
hit him in his ear lobe
then mandem chatting like show
and gals start acting like hoes
that’s how this
likkle sh-t goes, likkle sh-t goes, yeah
likkle sh-t grows, likkle sh-t grows
get hench, i see
got ic, but don’t touch road
i got gold, but don’t snitch, i go by the code
i know dat snakes get left in the cold
but if u get snaked u get left in the cold
white chris times
where pr-cks stick nigs for a white line
that’s cold
i’m 28, but i do not feel old
i’m guessing you reap what you sow
i try do good deeds in my life of sin
my boi from huyton
he’s needing more dead sticks
boi from leeds
tooting for green mix
lil bro asked can i lean and bop?
lifes f-cked, but i keep my head up
but also duck like a side scroller
my plans tighter, than the joint my thot’s rolling
while we roll over
it was life in the manor when i started the cut
but its life in the manor we g’s make the bucks
i can’t lie, got addiction for weed and a sl-t
we got comfy in bed like cat’s on a rug
barring this has to be what i does
f-ck yats, i ain’t tryna be falling in love
started again, new bird like a dove
not picking up birds
i’m linking up fiends in a pub
only time picking up birds is in clubs

but they are not doves
just looking, to hooking up
cooking up love
then wake, waiting
eight years straight
she hates the look of the kids ears
from all the dates she hid tears
baby mamas treated like deer
road k!ll
fit it in the back, like hit it from the back
you n-gga’s got not chill
fishing for wet, you pr-cks got big big gills
call you fake boys dory
seen your nigs forget your pastores
choosing basic storys
like you live in balamory
all this fake sh-t, i’m sick of it
write another 0 on ya payslip
i’d rather smoke o’s on my day shift
scratch that, couldn’t face it
rather die
than be you n-gga’s on that waste sh-t
rather fly
cause i ain’t on that basic basis
where my gang go?
never had one bro
told you i ain’t on that fake sh-t
so get your own sp-ceship
f-cking pr-cks
just face it

you
can’t
touch our flow
can’t come close
just chatting about
sh-te and hoes, sh-te and hoes
chatting bout sh-te and hoes like

you
can’t
bite our flow
can’t come close
just chatting about
sh-te and hoes, sh-te and hoes
should know by my flow
that i’m the realest in granite you feel?

- picky v lyrics

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