Tafari Marley - Flour Lyrics

Look Popskeeno inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my brother inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my mother inna eyes and all I see is pain
Look my uncle inna eyes and all I see is pain
Spend my last onna chain hoping I can be the change
Youngest cousin still lead by example nigga
Chosen One so there's nothing I can't handle nigga
Bron James inna world of Julius Randle niggas
Look down 1 step drain 3
Checkout my handle nigga
Disrespect ? Catch 5 to the face
That's how I handle niggas
On the road to success
Get inna way
I dismantle niggas
Check out my flexes
Checked on my ex's
Look like all they do is mishandle niggas
Used to think i was gon die at an early age
Now I live like I'm fuckin immortal nigga
That's why I'm tryna make sure that I make it
Cuz I'll be damned I live an eternity of average shìt
My bloodline full of fuckin go getters and savages
Achilles Heel havin niggas
Whether it's greed impatience or arrogance
Or fell victim to be another fuckin street character
They put all the pressure on me to change the narrative
When at one point in time
I didn't care to live
Almost jumped out the window in high school
Bye Bye Fool
Boomer committed suicide 2 years before that
I couldn't force the family to backtrack
I didn't have to go to the Eiffel to get an Eye Full
This is not a love story, this is loves story
Fari Romeo , lover boy shorty
Wopavelli Beamen, HBK baby
Alter Egos to feed my ego
Davon a regular nigga good at painting pictures
One day his lyrics of litter gon be treated like scripture
When they hear this voice on instrumentals they call it gospel
Hostile hostages of redline neighborhoods know my neighbor good
Learn not to be a slave to ya neighborhood
Damn you know the paper good
Fuck a hook
Man my niggas saints, fuck who call em crooks
Murderers and thieves all good with me
Only things you can't be around is a rat snake or a rapist
Give they ass a face lift
Feed they ass paint chips
Protect Black Women
That's the type of shit I'm claiming
F.O.I.D
So it's legal when I'm aiming
Third eye shit
You can't bang it you brainless
Gon love me when I'm up
Appreciate me while I'm nameless
They don't fuck with me
But they gon love me when I'm famous
And they know we been poppin in this shit
Before we poppin in this shit
And you know we know ventras
Now we poppin in them whips
And we hopping in that shit
Man yall niggas pussy
Yall ain't hoppin in no shit
Hoppin in these tints
They can't see my face or they'll start poppin at this shit
How the fuck you claim you street
You just hoppin in this shit pussy

Look Popskeeno inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my brother inna eyes and I see a killer
Look my mother inna eyes and all I see is pain
Look my uncle inna eyes and all I see is pain
Spend my last onna chain hoping I can be the change
Youngest cousin still lead by example nigga
Chosen One so there's nothing I can't handle nigga
Bron James inna world of Julius Randle niggas
Look down 1 step drain 3
Checkout my handle nigga
Disrespect ? Catch 5 to the face
That's how I handle niggas
On the road to success
Get inna way
I dismantle niggas
Check out my flexes
Checked on my ex's
Look like all they do is mishandle niggas
Used to think i was gon die at an early age
Now I live like I'm fuckin immortal nigga
That's why I'm tryna make sure that I make it
Cuz I'll be damned I live an eternity of average shìt
My bloodline full of fuckin go getters and savages
Achilles Heel havin niggas
Whether it's greed impatience or arrogance
Or fell victim to be another fuckin street character
They put all the pressure on me to change the narrative
When at one point in time
I didn't care to live
Almost jumped out the window in high school
Bye Bye Fool
Boomer committed suicide 2 years before that
I couldn't force the family to backtrack
I didn't have to go to the Eiffel to get an Eye Full
This is not a love story, this is loves story
Fari Romeo , lover boy shorty
Wopavelli Beamen, HBK baby
Alter Egos to feed my ego
Davon a regular nigga good at painting pictures
One day his lyrics of litter gon be treated like scripture
When they hear this voice on instrumentals they call it gospel
Hostile hostages of redline neighborhoods know my neighbor good
Learn not to be a slave to ya neighborhood
Damn you know the paper good
Fuck a hook
Man my niggas saints, fuck who call em crooks
Murderers and thieves all good with me
Only things you can't be around is a rat snake or a rapist
Give they ass a face lift
Feed they ass paint chips
Protect Black Women
That's the type of shit I'm claiming
F.O.I.D
So it's legal when I'm aiming
Third eye shit
You can't bang it you brainless
Gon love me when I'm up
Appreciate me while I'm nameless
They don't fuck with me
But they gon love me when I'm famous
And they know we been poppin in this shit
Before we poppin in this shit
And you know we know ventras
Now we poppin in them whips
And we hopping in that shit
Man yall niggas pussy
Yall ain't hoppin in no shit
Hoppin in these tints
They can't see my face or they'll start poppin at this shit
How the fuck you claim you street
You just hoppin in this shit pussy