Zen Flow

[Intro]

Uh, Looney, listen

Oi, look

[Verse]

It's been a while since I jumped up on a hype track

But I'm back again and  spitting up that mic crack

I can't hear 'em cah they're lying and they're quite whack

And when they bang at me online I never type back

I just like that, thinking that it's quite cack

Even though my mummy told me if it's beef, fight back

I'm a lion, ain't no witches in my wardrobe

You could call it Narnia, I'll wet 'em like a porno

I never said I was bad, I never said I was hard

But I'm never a pussy, I was raised with a heart

Got an Arabic brudda and he's riding for life

A nigga asked me the score, my brudda told him 4-5

My other brudda told me 'Pick up on the weed mate'

Cah it pays pal and they buy it now, eBay

His line's on, got a lot of green, Amazon

But my flow's banging like the goals when the hammers on

And you don't wanna clash with the darg, I'm slapping it off

That's a klash and a koff, that's an A and a K with a silencer on

The type of tings you've only seen on COD

Satan belled and I bucked for a shot

See I've got a couple niggas that are fucking with God

Working with sins so I'm stacking the what

You're 38, what? Are you slacking or what?

Major league, yeah yeah I'm a baller

Used to be five foot now I'm much taller

Nowadays I'm all about cash so mi na answer to a private caller

Straight gassed up like a sauna

If you pop cheek get wet like a porna

Soz, I meant what porno

Diss track it, we shit over your flow

And when I jump on the rap ting

Niggas getting snatched up, lyrical clap ting

I don't wanna hear about your tales or your acting

Me, I get it cracking, we are never slacking

TomTom in the ding and Beemer's how they tracked him

Canned him, sutting like a spud when they sacked him

Me, I'm on point, never slip like a amateur

Realness on the camera, moving like a manager

If you're in deep water try and lie low

'Cause I'll come around and suck weight like a lipo

I don't know about six afraid of seven

This is no punchline, I just duck from the 5-0

For the young money, I'm prepared for a bird man

I can pop bottles, that's the motto, ain't you heard man?

Let the sword touch yout's, no little kids

Put it clean in then I'll give it back a little twist

Wait, did you hear that?

For the young money, I'm prepared for a bird man

I can pop bottles, that's the motto, ain't you heard man?

Let the sword touch yout's, no little kids

Put it clean in then I'll give it back a little twist

Ouch!

And if I've got the dusters

No melt but I'll have your face up in clusters

Road wealth, gotta cover cake like I'm custard

Cook your head back in two minutes like a Rustlers

I check the balance that I'm spending then I'm copping

In the rave, I don't worry 'bout the [?] dropping

Listen, and don't flex with your packs G

I'll leave your house carrying the bags like it's shopping

It's bananas how I can make a car spin

Didn't wanna Google up his name so I asked him

A next dude thought he was hard in the rave

But he weren't on my wave rudeboy, so I barged him

Make your headback splash, sutting like Frosties

Pepper might tare through your clothes like the moths eat

With the dot, get a man jacked, ask Roxy

Know Jammer, no it's not long like his locks be

Head shot, situation thin, Sharkey

Hard food, chicks, one light, one darkie

Got a little dog that'll shock you, Sparkie

Let it kill slowly in your 'ead, Hardy

Na this ain't the Matrix

Bare potheads getting boxed like a 8 jib

His chain was tasty so I went around and ate him

Round here, leave you full of sweets like a cake bin

Leave mad colours on your face, crayon

Have a Maggie singing at your face, that's a Trey song

Test me and you know you'll damn sutting like a beaver

Bare different pictures fam, you can call it Viva