Eons D - Ratchet Flow lyrics

[Verse 1] I see Solo cups, full of Y.O.L.O In slo-mo, chick in Manolos Old pimp got her round his finger just to string her Her name is Yolena, doing tricks under Yoyo They be on some sell a brick, cop a brick Swap a brick, lots of bricks Yall ain't got the proper sense to go and build a house of it How you own the block but not the buildings on top of it? Yall just playing with those building blocks, I'm calling out you kids With this stupid flow, Fendi, Louie, Gucci flow Dropping dimes, you don't even know (ueono), Ricky Rubio I don't walk in Ricky Ross' Reeboks in the studio Yall be saying this and doing that, you stay confusing folk Blabbing bout a bag of loud, or how you bag bad broads Back to back, black on black ba*tards behind bars That's just some of it, nah that's the sum of it I'm coming with a flow so cold make the summer sick [Chorus] That what you want? that what you want? (Ratchet flow) You see what I'm doing here, you see what I'm on? (Ratchet flow) If you ain't swaggin' it ain't happening we nappin yo (Ratchet flow) Gone hit em with the ratchet flow [Verse 2} They cop new suits just to shoot hoops Same old roots, new noose Let the Uzi loose then remove his j**elry and his shoes Rarely hit the news, when it do they hit the snooze I spit this for them kids that be tryna get to school While everybody treat the inner city like a zoo Keep your distance, if you get within inches end up as food They peeling off in public on picnic benches and pools But nah ain't gone be a party pooper, Martin Luther King Jr Crash every hookah bar, searching for a King Koopah Naw get your cream, get your green I'd be obscene if I call it filthy lucre--or Lucifer You don't hallucinate with the users or get loose with the looters you a loser But sometimes ain't no way to put the truth smoother I don't put it on ice just to come off cooler (capeesh?) The flow so south but the pen so philadelph I spit for the love, forget what sells Using Hiphop homie, just to build your wealth? Luke 9:23, you can k** yourself Gunning for a milli, run your bill up to a billi They gone pay a pretty penny for iniquity, get rich as hell (hit the scale) when I spit this here its off the Richter scale Cuz his blood was spilled, split the veil like sickle cell Got me ill, ain't no witch or wizard who could lift the spell (hit the scale) you run on windows vista homie, system fail What I'm seeing here be reminding me of splinter cell d**h putting hits on em that'll put the NFL On the bench, leave a stench, where's your sense of smell They be drunk off liquor, the elixir coming off like ginger ale They don't respond to gentlemen at all you gotta pimp em well So I'm spitting this with a limp, ring the dinner bell [Chorus]