“Flowing”

 We’re not in the same globe

Pussy is my nicotine and I chain smoke

A pack a day habit

The only time I go raw is when I don’t have a gold package

I can’t hear mutherfuckers when they’re talking underneath their breath

Speak up; let the air out of your chest

I’m doing great but you know what’s best

You’re still there and I’ve left

I’ve just gave you a hint

If I wasn’t in love with Chargers, I’ll be sitting low in a Benz

Black on black with limousine tints

You don’t know whose riding shotgun

If you come close to my window, I’ll scream out Jesus

Send you so you can play with God’s son

I would like to think I’m accommodating

Study, this test you haven’t taken

Good luck

I left because the hood sucks

I go back because my bestie is still there and she feels stuck

Going to help her move

I’m in the jungle equipped with the right boots

Crisp pair of timberlands

To stomp with the big dogs, you’re got to have experience

I’m over twenty years in the game

It’s Don Marocko, only family calls me Jerimaine.