Cash Sinatra, w/ Mel, F.L.O.W. & Fame – Oldie Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Mel]

No one is the better rapper im the fucking master
On my slave shit

9 to 5 day shifts
Usually when I say shit
It quickly gets mistaken

The sky gets dark
And the floor starts shaking
I guess we all agree that my flow is ground breaking

Uncle told me that success is life changing
Never the less I'm still chasing green faces
No leprechaun
trynna stand next to Don
Half amazing
Sometimes half megatron

Running on stage like "Mel break a arm, break a leg"
Tell B "bring the keg"
Rap so easy
It's sorta like ya boys breaking eggs

Winter time, Winnipeg get ahead
You couldn't get ahead even if you niggas tried to
Street fighter raps my nickname should be "Ryu"
Fry Who ?
Niggas talking all this crazy shit
Crack ya damn jaw have ya mouth on some 80's shit
'Cuz im crazy bitch
Flowin' non-stop each word is like baby spit
And the Ninas out
I asked Cash where he at he said "the scenic route"
Everybody wanna rhyme just ask
I went to Flow he said he had some rhymes and passion
Uhh.. And everybody wanna rhyme just ask 'em
And I went to Flow he said he had some rhymes and passion


[Verse 2: Cash Sinatra]

Uhh.. Sinatra !
You can call me one take Cash this time around.. I think
Hol' up..
Uhh..
I said...

Look..
I'm a klutz I'm killing niggas on accident
An activist actively slaying em in my passages
They say they "hot" their rappin is an apparent mess
I'm callin em trash I'm playin he devils advocate
I can get white on smash they like "who, what ?"
I got enough bars to lock up the whole klu klux

You do what ? Followin trends to get they crew up
Blowin steam for no buzz they like hookah
(WOW)
But who could fuck with this nigga that you know
My crew go nuts in 16s.. juno (WOW)
My judo be kickin I got a flu flow
First you watch this boss then.. you go (WOW)
I wish I can fit em I rent a 2 door
The way I be thinkin I'm sinning over the culo

Mami dame un beso up on mi lluebos
2 for 1 feelin better than John Stamos
I'm anal, removing they parts I think I'm kano
Thinkin I'm a pusha cuz my t is play cloths
A fable
Rockin devils horns below a halo

Balance out my highs so sometimes I stay low
I know drugs bad but to this crack you can't say no
A nigga say he better... just say "oh"
A bully on the mic but not Maino
By the end of 2 12 i'll have some deals on the table
Mark my words
Mark ya calenders

Had to get that off my chest word to Pamela

[Verse 3: F.L.O.W.]

I see y'all trynna go in
I guess I got next
Flow
Uhh..

Increase ya stamina
I got a chair at the throne they got a urinal they pissed 'cuz they standing up
After some grey goose i'll prolly be a sitting duck
But if u cross this pond called "Flow" ain't no swimming up
Focused on the music so women I give 'em up
Or I switch girls every season just to spice it up
Light it up
Rap prison u stayed on bad behavior cuz u wasn't nice enough
You need to get them bars up
Some Big, some L, some 2pac in it
Wrestle with the man of mankind.. put a sock in it
Smell what I'm cookin'
Got em shocked with it
Make their eyebrows raise when they rock with it

Stop with it
I just know they gon' gimme a lot
Stick to the script.. improv.. gimme my props
Cuz I'm a man with no fear
And I ain't going nowhere
Sucks but u can jump the turnstyle cuz life ain't fare
It ain't fare
But I'm just into to fight fixing

Make the crowd say hoeeeee because I'm nice pimpin
I can't lie I'm not a fan of yall
Stay focused and stick to the game like a analog
I'm the bomb
Girls be jumping out their underwear
Or play with themselves like solitaire
I'm outta here
I shine
I'm 2 headbands on lebron (What that mean)
I make sure u can't see these lines


[Verse 4: Fame]
Uhh uhh uhh uhh
I mean I just figured I bring that 90s shit back, ya know ?
Shiiitttt
Call me "Fame" baby

Normally I haven't been the same
I just feel a different way
But this ain't no direction change
Out-rageous but insane
Oh my gosh I hate a lame
That losses their government
So they can try to get a name
(What !?)
Poor Lil Rich Boy I remain
Im fly, but never plane
Im flashy just like the aim
From a G.U.N
Taking shots at niggas in the game
No subliminal, I'm picture perfect see me in these frames
Rich Fly Gee, I'm with my camp no tints
They say I got a lot of drive but my windows no tints
The way they looking and they plotting I admit I'm pretty tense
But last time we had a problem we ain't seen that nigga since

Now that's a damn shame
Funny how they back-wards
But be frontin' hard, trynna come at me sideways

Want my nigga cash, but they give a nigga credit
Queens get the money, shit, this is how we live it
Got hoes, more pows then them Chinese songs
There's room for improvement, yeah I got those dorms
And they be on it
Press rewind when they hear my shit
Haters pissed, but they rewind it when they hear my shit
Youngest illest nigga baby you could criticize
Keep it low tho that be midget high

You my nigga, you official, then I double salute you
Trynna even out my past
So im bumpin Odd Future


Im gone, gone, gone, gone...

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