Ace Hashimoto - Rest Stop Flow lyrics

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Ace Hashimoto - Rest Stop Flow lyrics

[BranDun DeShay] Oh, I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow bu*terfingers, I'm droppin' bars like my signal is low A car full of O's, lookin' like a cereal bowl He hear me everywhere (I'm everywhere) But I ain't stereo though I hear they waitin' for my downfall They talkin' again sh**, I tell 'em fall back like it's Autumn again I know they waitin' for my reply But that's all that you'll get I got my mind on bigger sh** Tell 'em adiós then I'm doin' this for the n***as before me Life's a b**h, but God forbid that that b**h divorce me f**in' with these AND1 hoes, they quick to cross me They found out the hard way I guess they lost me I'm feelin' quite bossly now I don't need love Walkin' on air with my feet up A thousand feet up I've been telling' them "speak up." Cause the money talkin' It's kinda hard to hear with all of these hundreds talkin' Everyday I be shinin' Ask the weatherman Now it's girls on my jock like a letterman I'm just doin' it the best If that means I do it better than Well f** it, whatever then All day, branDun DeShay [Casey Veggies] I'm chillen with the homies Real talks, real conversations Most y'all speakin' on what girl that n***a datin' I only speak to her if she say she facin' I hope she ain't got braces Make her keep goin' till I tell her she amazin' Casey keep spittin' Got these hatas walkin' mazes I used to play games Now I'm playin' for the payment Born in '93, but my girl from the '80s Had to say it again to 'em Lot of n***as tried to stop me but I ran through 'em Lot of n***as didn't believe I waved my hands to 'em Now everybody know exactly what the man doin' Grown man music Pump it loud, go ahead and make a grand to it I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it It's Odd Future till I stop You heard my first music Now when you come and see me rock Bring a hearse to it You n***as... [Tyler, The Creator] Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a f**in' monster Tall, skinny, lanky Bucket f** it, bada** posse Cops with angel wings in Hell Where they discounted murder With the Devil, he was formal And some Polo and some Dockers Dancin' with him, playin' vengeance, Cindi Lauper With some Crips in all red, like they playin' Red Lobster My b**h is White Italian, and be exact Mobster is her father And he'll k** me when he find out I'm readin' her Harry Potter, f** him I'm a demon, fill your daughter up with semen With Supreme embroidered logos Makin' fun of h*mos cause it's funny Tommy rugby Hilfiger screaming n***a with the Klux I'm a f**in' Nazi with a condom, barely give a f** Odd Future Wolf Gang f** Lame, '91 We hockey f**in' hogs and hit you with the Wolf Gang puck Trucks thunder, now she's in the trunk Wondering why she's 'bout to get rape and chopped up, lumber He said write a sixteen, but she was seventeen And I'm only eighteen and that statutory rape And if you f**in' snitch on me I guess I'll make the great escape To have a date with your dead body And I cannot be late Might do a Ted Bundy I consider y'alls a haughty If they find me at my home guess I gotta f**in' roam All alone in the streets, gotta hustle d** for food Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat f** You OFM bangin' on your motherf**in' FM f** Tammy f** Tammy

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