Ultimate Flow

[Intro: Pusha T] Yeah In closing: Effortless shit The ultimate flow, y'know Ugh [Verse 1: Pusha T] Life is what you make it, your flows are makeshift I draw this off inspiration, you trace shit Patience been my life story They say the trials almost over, and I can taste the glory It's hard to ignore me with this big-ass chain Or this bright-ass watch, all this big-ass bling One thing about it, see, this more than a name Say, "To hell with the verses," still the Re-Up Gang Two-zero-comma-five a key The peace symbol, front of the V Fuck gold digger bitches, my Giuseppe freaks, ugh! Mama, I means no harm You lack class and charm, but I ain't got it either Accustomed to a certain way of living Only know two ways of getting: Either rap or unwrap If you ain't get it, you ain't live it So if you ain't get it your money tall as midget, P! [Chorus: Sandman] You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? (Yeah-ah, can-non!) The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby [Verse 2: Sandman] Accustomed to the luxuries that cheese bring I'm a grown man, baby, at heart, still finding myself teething The big faces got me fucked up I admit I'm too weak to stay broke, say, "Fuck it" and suck it up So I worked out with some niggas from my strip Started off slow, we was all curlin' nicks Couple months later, I was deadlifting bricks Then, I added more weight with intent to get bigger Now, I floss on chicks and intimidate niggas Stack cheddar in the safe like records in the crates I cut with two TECs, turntables, and fade y'all Little-minded niggas think short and stay small My team ball like A.I. and stay fly With our eyes on the prize (Even thought we getting money, we'll) Size up ya squad Ride on y'all and divide up the pies, then maintain our rides What! [Chorus: Sandman] You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby You mad huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby [Verse 3: Malice] All the money in the world, and I ain't fulfilled But what could be missing? I mean, the wrist on chill The neck all frozen, I should feel like the chosen Waterfront home, overlooking the ocean All these hues, one should be humored and amused But more often than not, I find myself confused Cruising in that drop, and still, I feel As if I'm nothing more than a hamster in a wheel Enough with the women—they don't see past the chain I don't see past the ass, two can play the game Gotta thank God for 'caine, I guess that's the twist 'Cause if I never sold, my rhymes would sound like this: [Break: Malice] You know, I just be standing here looking funny, nothing to say A bunch of air and shit [Verse 3 (cont'd): Malice] It's like a double-edged sword, a catch-22 You damned if you don't; you damned if you do [Chorus: Sandman] You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby [Verse 4: Ab-Liva] Ex-dope dealer, the "X" being the quotient Dividing the product by the motion that I'm moving Once it coasts off the ocean A poor potion, the black man's anchor And we don't own tankers But the trinkets that we buy is gon' sink us This dope thinker is torn; I’m at odds with myself And no matter what I buy, I can't pardon myself Pardon my wealth, my armwear charm Here, I contradict myself, but I was honest here I feel I'm tarnished here, but I'm a smooth nigga Check my walk, you love my swagger I plays my part, the creme-de-la-creme, raised my art Who fucking with I? Touch I, must I Simply clear my throat, the king that can't hush I, plus I Got these niggas under pressure, got they eyes bloodshot Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P Gang, four brothers like we blood-tied [Chorus: Sandman] You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby You mad, huh? I know you like my style, you got to feel us It's the real one, unfamiliar Nothing that you ever known, huh? The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby [Outro: Pusha T] Yeah, niggas The ultimate flow, you know Re-up Gang, you know We Got It 4 Cheap, Volume 2 This the Black Card Era Nobody fucking with Sandman, nigga Nobody fucking with Liva nigga Nobody fucking with Malice, nigga Nobody fuckin with Skateboard P, nigga And you know me Don't even try it Neighborhood Push