Rap a little bit, boy make it sound tough Bleed on the beat, am I genuine enough? Don my tiara, talk about nada Lookin at the mug, I'm the world's best dada Sing a little bit, boy make it sound sweet Made myself blush 'fore I made myself the beat Wasn't in a rush, pickin stems out my teeth Father Flow's back, that's the world's best treat Did you miss me? Two years aged, I stain the page, fine whiskey Four collab tapes, its no mistake just a mislead I haven't held the stage since before essential wage Meant standing in the rain checking masks on faces I been in deep dark places And when I drop a pace, enemies start chases And when I drop my face, they all think that I'm faking I guess I had to rebrand just to say what's shaking, listen Moved around the Hammer And had myself a baby Built a studio to start a band with my lady I got a little tilted I scrapped all my music Wilted all the petals in my mind in time to lose it Mister young dad jokes, reeking like stability I took my life to make it, here's a taste of my abilities I look at the shape of the leaf growth That's a p-p-p-p-plague Double entendre achieve both In my b-b-b-b-b-b-bag Locust on the food chain Flowzus in the sideline I just wanted plants Now its anarchy in my mind Open up to sing and I found myself sighing I cant write a happy song now without lying Rap a little bit, boy make it sound tough Bleed on the beat, am I genuine enough? Don my tiara, talk about nada Lookin at the mug, I'm the world's best dada Sing a little bit, boy make it sound sweet Made myself blush 'fore I made myself the beat Wasn't in a rush, pickin stems out my teeth Father Flow's back, that's the world's best treat