Yeah. Tunechi. Mellow Man. You already know how we keep it low, but the flow stay high. Bitch. Seat all the way back, got the tinted windows low, Process worm crawling through the brain, it’s a mental show. I ain't got a conscience, bitch, I traded that for commas, Riding through the swamp, dodging federal diplomas. The worm got teeth and it's chewing on my patience, I'm a alien, homie, I'm escaping out the matrix. Look at how I float, look at how I let it go, They want the old Wayne, but I’m riding with the low-end flow! Bite down on the beat till it screams for mercy, I’m a medical emergency, a walking controversy. Worm in my lobe, got me talking to the wall, If I'm gonna fall off, I'mma take the game and fall! Keep it low, keep it slow, let the bass hit the floor, Process worm at my brain, pounding on the front door. It’s that flow, flow, flow — running through my veins, Weezy F. Baby, I'm the king of the chains! Yeah, the flow stay low, but the mind stay sick, Catch a body with a bar, make it look quick! Six-hundred-horsepower coupe, going sixty in reverse, The process worm wrote a motherfucking murder verse. I’m a psycho with a notepad, venom on the tongue, Been a boss on these niggas since a youngin' was a young. They try to study my flow, but it's a parasite, Eating up my memories and spitting out the dynamite. Low profile, high profit, watch the money stack, Worm in the back of my head like a knife in the back. I pull the trigger on the track, leave the instrumental dead, Got a million dollar brain with a worm inside my head! Yeah. The worm don't sleep. The flow don't stop. Tunechi. Young Money, motherfucker.
