Rap a little bit, boy make it sound tough
Bleed on the beat, am I genuine enough?
Don my tiara, talk about nada
Lookin at the mug, I'm the world's best dada
Sing a little bit, boy make it sound sweet
Made myself blush 'fore I made myself the beat
Wasn't in a rush, pickin stems out my teeth
Father Flow's back, that's the world's best treat
Did you miss me?
Two years aged, I stain the page, fine whiskey
Four collab tapes, its no mistake just a mislead
I haven't held the stage since before essential wage
Meant standing in the rain checking masks on faces
I been in deep dark places
And when I drop a pace, enemies start chases
And when I drop my face, they all think that I'm faking
I guess I had to rebrand just to say what's shaking, listen
Moved around the Hammer
And had myself a baby
Built a studio to start a band with my lady
I got a little tilted
I scrapped all my music
Wilted all the petals in my mind in time to lose it
Mister young dad jokes, reeking like stability
I took my life to make it, here's a taste of my abilities
I look at the shape of the leaf growth
That's a p-p-p-p-plague
Double entendre achieve both
In my b-b-b-b-b-b-bag
Locust on the food chain
Flowzus in the sideline
I just wanted plants
Now its anarchy in my mind
Open up to sing and I found myself sighing
I cant write a happy song now without lying
Rap a little bit, boy make it sound tough
Bleed on the beat, am I genuine enough?
Don my tiara, talk about nada
Lookin at the mug, I'm the world's best dada
Sing a little bit, boy make it sound sweet
Made myself blush 'fore I made myself the beat
Wasn't in a rush, pickin stems out my teeth
Father Flow's back, that's the world's best treat