[Verse]
They say birds of a feather they flock together
But if one got popped would they drop together
Eye of the storm so you know what kind of weather
The gale force winds
So them birds do get dropped together
Lyrically clever
My rhymes is real
Y'alls pleather
Talkin bout the cars you got n***a whatever
Last week I saw you waiting on the NFTA
And the week before that it was trips up the freeway
But don't trip up if them boys pull up
They got you steppin' out the car and they shutting you up
If you ever see me out in public say what what
If not ya girl gon call me photoshop for the way im touching her up
And if you dont believe me my G
Then call my bluff
But you gon loose all ya cash cause of my royal flush
Written on receipt tape so the life is finite
Hands clap in the air when you rock the mic right
And I be spittin it
Cool calm collected on my written sh**
I stay on my ps and qs and away from censorship
It's imminent that I be the illest kid rippin it
From lands unknown to yo home straight k**in it
I been raw way before I had a soda sip and smart before my dad told me how to stack my chips
Im Son Scotty
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