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youngtisti - flow lyrics

[verse 1]
tell me what’s a man without a pay and a loaded gun
a dead human
and i’m -ssuming that i’ll be the last one to stand up in this genocide
i’ll run for miles until i find a place to hide
don’t try to call me a b-tch
call me robbie williams ‘cause i f-cking love my life
i’ll never roll a dice but falsify the exit til i be satisfied
who cares if you die? i’m a monster
wanna see you agonize and recognize that i’m the master
of the castle, ain’t no saviors in my mansion
who are allowed or have survived
i make the rights, i make the wrongs
and you’ll be guillotined if you make creepy sh-tty songs
that’s the first rule of my own
you do not talk ‘bout tisti ‘less you got a risky flow
and you must not talk about me ‘less you can rap
i was born in t.o. but i always felt american
i ain’t talking n-a-t-o
i’m spittin bout the music and the way of dreaming
that i use til i be sleeping in a grave
with a radio while my record plays
tryna spread a message
send it where my grandma stays
i’ve never faced the bottom, but i’ve been down the line
that’s the cl-ssic story of the underdog
tonight
it’s raining outside, but i ain’t got enough to lose
since i learned how to rise i cheer every brick i move
‘cause the road might be narrow, but i’ll splay it with my d-ck
“la di da di” boy, call me t rick

[hook]
i got the flow (x3)

[verse 2]
and these people be like
“who the f-ck is this italian guy? by the way he deranges me with his rhymes
i would tell he’s a tour guide, or maybe a taxi driver”
but the truth is that i could rap for the whole night and leave you starving
while they claim to be lawless and they’ll never be tom hardys
my only thought is money and that’s a thing i share with cardi
when i step on stage everybody’s happy like mardi gras
in canada
kids playing on the ice, mommas cooking pasta
that’s not coincidental, stereotypical invention
i’m a cl-ssy handsome boy
best m.c. in t.o
i avoid
every wack rapper, backstabber
the ones that petey piper picked a peck of pickled peppers for
who found themselves with cash and didn’t know what to do
“i rap” “oh, you too?”
almost 3k views on my first youtube
appearance
but i wanna surp-ss the million, walk a thousand billion meters
now i’m worth a pair of dirty adidas
plus some pizzas and if i sell my rare stamps
i can reach a millesimal of mida’s possessions
this my lyrical aggression now tell me, did it impress you?
and if you say no
either you’re on your menstrual or you’re a motherf-cker
i’m the plug and a product at the same time
when the globe gon’ know my name
don’t say “he ain’t advised”

- youngtisti lyrics

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