[Intro] (Ay, ay, ay) (Ay, ay, ay) Yeah [Verse 1] Steppin' in Political Fast and metaphorical They stayin' in some shape But they ain't really physical Really I be physical Somethin' like subliminal All up in your visuals Tag the wall I'm criminal Chillin' out the back with a bag Guess you ain't gon' get it You lag Flow sick They say it in tags She replay Keep hittin' it back Just a shot like COVID But you ain't gon' stick it On the block Six-fo' stance But you ain't gon' pick it Kobe with the ball in my palm You ain't gon' strip it Eyes on the rim Crowd dim Then I flip it Talk big game from the couch You just lip it I was outside in the rain Had to drip it [Hook A → B] Flow sick Yeah The flow too vicious Talk big They avoid my district One word turn a name to a whisper Whole wave when I write Leave blisters Ball in my palm I ain't never gon' lose it (never) Fade on the line Whole world gon' view this Came from the gutter Made gold out of bruises Say they want smoke But they choke when they choose it [Verse 2] Mind sharp Cut a hole in the fog Big dog Turn a post to a blog Every line like a quote from a god Every shot hit the net No nod Back to the baseline Footwork surgical Plays in my head Every cut feel purposeful They just do the surface I move universal Talking like a sermon But I live in reversal Coach in my brain Crowd in my veins Turned every foul to a torch in the flames You just chase fame I been changing the frame Turned every block to a badge on my name In the heat But I move so frigid Cold stare make a loudmouth timid I don't chase Every lane gets pivoted Wrote the code Got the whole game scripted [Hook B → A] Ball in my palm I ain't never gon' lose it Pressure on high Every shot I approve it Hand in my face Still cash I just prove it (swish) Ball in my palm In my palm I won't lose it Flow sick Yeah The flow too vicious Hands up when I walk through Witness They talk But they all go missing I spit once That's a lifelong sentence [Bridge – Line by line] You type tough But your caps all timid Ball in my palm Every doubt got a limit My name in your mouth feel vivid Fade on the line Whole world gon' live it You draw lines that my pen just edited Came from the gutter Made gold when I bled in it I drop once Whole room feel edited Pressure on high Every shot Yeah I dead it [Final Hook – Mash] Flow sick Yeah The flow too vicious Ball in my palm I ain't never gon' lose this Talk big They avoid my district Fade on the line Whole world gon' witness Flow sick Yeah The flow leave blisters Came from the gutter Made gold out of whispers Hands up when I walk through Witness Ball in my palm That's a lifelong sentence
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