Matt Citron - Tabasco Flows lyrics

[Verse 1: Matt Citron] Running through transitions getting quick for the slow dance Making bold decisions cause I'm slick when that flow dance But, enough of bragging and being brutally honest cuz all of these trending artists get sensitive when you comment So, here's a lie Everyone's gon' make it All the albums go platinum and everybody's mistaken Your songs are the sh** You are the next blow Your girl and your closest people were right to say you were close, but Back to reality back to the brash accent and running through tax brackets they're fumbling bad pa**es I'm coming in like practice y'all ain't quick to the game Y'all ain't fit for something bigger than the hits and the chains and I'm bubbling tryna stomach all this comfort you gained Look I'm just reflecting but close to mentioning names with some questionable reactions for what I'm looking to claim What I'm looking to say and you have to nerve to be acting up Actions speaking louder than words for your trouble speaking up Each of us Had a decent piece so why you reaching up That sh** ain't reaching us Not enough to keep in touch Road running the flows hunting Coyote keeping up Stephen Curry handle teaching game like what you reaching for We ain't even keeping score you screaming from the bleachers boy, oh Enough of that though I'm rapping like an a**hole but know I been with the sh**s since I started spitting Tabasco uh Sriracha who you watching think you getting that close Know my team could shoot a brick still catch it off the backboard Woooah look yeah Still guessing at what you expected It comes and goes just know I'm coming through for who's respected, who neglected who forgot to mention who's the new direction Yeah oh I do this for Brookyln boys Harlem homies Brothers up in Queens they know what's cooking boy Oii with the pot shalom shook em Shabbat My posse could throw the rock bet I'll co*k it back from block Taking off with the flows like I'm taking off from the cops And she's taking off all her clothes while I'm taking aim at the top Yeah, okay sh** A couple minutes f**ing snappin' Like who'da f**ing thought I'd f**ing make it f**ing rapping f** the games f** what you expected stop the f**ing acting f** to all these f**s that's always f**ing up the f**ing brackets The one seeds whose not making it past the f**ing practice Sorry momma the commas coming I'm getting co*ky I'm looking side to side I see the team I know they got me I know who's watching I know who's checking for competition got the proper vision I saw you lost they saw you missed it 20-15, used that sh** for preparation These reparations and destinations through immigrations My tested patience been clearing room for some renovations And sh** they love it they biting styles like a reservation my table just ate what you hating for should be acting gracious Now I'm in meetings giving cuts to crows And all the vultures tryna circle while my ducks in a row Just know I keep that sh** a buck for those who wanted to know and I'm squashing beef like I was eating porterhouse on a roll Bought a house in the hills No wait I didn't I'm tripping I'm just living so far ahead sometimes just speak from the vision Sometimes just speak in predictions ambition slick and ridiculous now given this new edition who's the kid that's been glistening Who's the kid with the precision when he's spitting you listening Who's the one that's on his way while you just pa**ing through visiting Got more rhythm than the band now I'm just dance and jiggin' it since I dribbled the rock I got the vision to watch I'm tryna sizzle with the gristle putting grits in the pot Hot The flows hungry the team's ready the dream's steady I got my weight up since last fall know it seems heavy The labels asking questions who the f** is this guy My plans are making dinners in Venice look like a fish fry And I can't speak for you but the gra** is greener on this side Dip slide, cutting my way through the opposition I'm currently not concerned when I listen to competition Listen to what's been missing don't hear it from what you're playing, you're saying that sh**s the greatest I think I'm losing my patience Oh, can't trust your cosigns At least that's what they go by But I could cut the wheels off of you and whoever ghost rides A-T-L to N-Y they're showing me love on both sides Famous strangers and friends say I'm bout to blow like a goldmine, know you can just save the hate you're receiving to speak on your time Cause I don't hear the chatter my confidence booming lately gotta show my love to people I need and truly saved me, Shea I swear to God you gon' buy your momma the new Mercedes, all I asked was love now I've got it sh** we gon' do it crazy Yeah.. we gon' do it crazy