Orlando Brown Flow

Final Boss · 01-09-2017, 10:19 AM

New Year same me cuz i never change up
bitch. I've been the same since that youngin that y'all came up withNothing's changed still the same speak whats on my mind and they hate. Cowards fake, see thru their lies it's painted on all their face.backstabbed by my right hand, I think the knife still stuck in me. Crazy the one who killed my heart said they had love for me. Now I'm thinking different, my love will never be the same. My Next girl won't get what you had,I been through some pain. But I charge it To the game rollup blunts till I forget it
I've been real since rugrats and street light curfews
Ain't into all that back n forth boy I'll come meet you
Beat you from your front door, then drag you into the street too
Really ima sweet dude, but stand strong on what I claim Keep it real with you so keep it real with me
An we won't have no complaints
I keep it old school pinky up when I sip my tea an listen to rap.
Rather hear Pimp C or Nas speak on a track, Tupac to keep it a stack
Can't fuck with you skinny jean wearing worried bout ah designer belt fags, you all wack
I take it back to the Timb boots, black skully and ya fav starter Jack
Making something out of nothin, just to get away from where you started at
Cuz you ain't livin like the rappers you see doing shows counting all the stacks
Shit I'll be good with a couple racks, I got product to invest in
I triple double and make it back
Never seen a more vicious writer, pen status piranha I'll eat anything in my path.
Think suicide in the tub, you'll be dead ina blood bath
I'm gettin top from ya main bitch, boy she got the best mouth
Head game on Churches Chicken that shits the best in the South
Lost but still ain't found, torn between to different routes.
Work this 9-5 to get this cheddar
Or work this 9 of mine to get my bread up. I can't decide my minds under pressure

No logic hoe
A punch connect, Leave ya nose running without the common cold
Im 10 toes down, fuck a challenge i dont have to prove it
I got everybody lookin for the kid like a chaparone who just lost a student
Im riding till the wheels fall off, down the road but we still smash the gas.
Sparks flying from the whip light up your shit like the cash cab
Paul walker flow, live fast & furious till i crash bad
In and out of depression, my thoughts happy then they turn sad
Lifes a drag, pulling me under into a dark abyss. Cursed with social anxiety and a hint of awkwardness.
I dont talk much, but in my mind i speak alot. Conversations with myself help me consentrate on my train of thought

I'm at heavens gates, i gotta couple questions when i come face to face with God
Like why didnt you intervene when he took the peice to end it all.
Why do i gotta live like this, whys my life so fucking hard
Wheres my white Pickett fence, two story house with a Jag parked in garage.
I see my peers and their advancing, i seem to be stuck in limbo
Everytime i hit a hot streak, something brings the winter cold. Thats one step forward and 3 steps back. Running on lifes treadmill, never completin a lap
Nothing inside felt real, i bottled my emotions until i lost the cap.
Now im quick to snap, like the end of a Deaf Jam poetry act
I aint worried about the next man, point me to where the hoes be at
Walk out with one on each side of me like a shoulder strap
If i aint bout to bust my shit, i aint about to show the strap
tell my killer look me in the eyes before he unloads the gat
Stone cold stare, i could feel it in the air before he claps
Pull a neo out the matrix i stop the bullets and send it back
Stick to posting wack lyrics on Facebook, claim to aalways be in the studio but i aint heard a thang

Look.
Bottom line, nobdy round here is as nice as me.

Kill u with an old flow, and not even think about it cuz i go in every bar, like im tryna get a Drink up out it

You rap because you think its cool.

I rap because i need too, matched by my love for the craft not talking cheese dude
Been a beast since 93, scuffy knees and preschool

If i Shall die before i wake, i pray to lord my soul he keeps two

You hop online just to hate, your thug persona is see thru. If you feelin some type of way then pull up, But im the type to come meet you. I hit you up for the address, GPS it then im in root. Driving like a mad man until my two boots are on your stoop. I kick a door before you answer, no need to be polite
Think drivin on black ice ina stormy winter night. Boi i could fuck up your life. All it takes is a wrong turn, life changes into a horror movie. But this one a lil different. In the end theirs no survivors

Machete on me like Jason, with a mask like micheal myers. Freddy Kruger with deadly shooters, send headshots to ya crew of losers.

Hulk hogan leg drop rap game at a dead lock, and im here to break the chain. Spit cain and make bands pop. Create my own luck im walking through feilds of shamrock

01-09-2017, 10:19 AM	#1
Final Boss Till The World Blow Join Date: Dec 2016 Posts: 46 Rep Power: 2709671	Orlando Brown Flow New Year same me cuz i never change up bitch. I've been the same since that youngin that y'all came up withNothing's changed still the same speak whats on my mind and they hate. Cowards fake, see thru their lies it's painted on all their face.backstabbed by my right hand, I think the knife still stuck in me. Crazy the one who killed my heart said they had love for me. Now I'm thinking different, my love will never be the same. My Next girl won't get what you had,I been through some pain. But I charge it To the game rollup blunts till I forget it I've been real since rugrats and street light curfews Ain't into all that back n forth boy I'll come meet you Beat you from your front door, then drag you into the street too Really ima sweet dude, but stand strong on what I claim Keep it real with you so keep it real with me An we won't have no complaints I keep it old school pinky up when I sip my tea an listen to rap. Rather hear Pimp C or Nas speak on a track, Tupac to keep it a stack Can't fuck with you skinny jean wearing worried bout ah designer belt fags, you all wack I take it back to the Timb boots, black skully and ya fav starter Jack Making something out of nothin, just to get away from where you started at Cuz you ain't livin like the rappers you see doing shows counting all the stacks Shit I'll be good with a couple racks, I got product to invest in I triple double and make it back Never seen a more vicious writer, pen status piranha I'll eat anything in my path. Think suicide in the tub, you'll be dead ina blood bath I'm gettin top from ya main bitch, boy she got the best mouth Head game on Churches Chicken that shits the best in the South Lost but still ain't found, torn between to different routes. Work this 9-5 to get this cheddar Or work this 9 of mine to get my bread up. I can't decide my minds under pressure No logic hoe A punch connect, Leave ya nose running without the common cold Im 10 toes down, fuck a challenge i dont have to prove it I got everybody lookin for the kid like a chaparone who just lost a student Im riding till the wheels fall off, down the road but we still smash the gas. Sparks flying from the whip light up your shit like the cash cab Paul walker flow, live fast & furious till i crash bad In and out of depression, my thoughts happy then they turn sad Lifes a drag, pulling me under into a dark abyss. Cursed with social anxiety and a hint of awkwardness. I dont talk much, but in my mind i speak alot. Conversations with myself help me consentrate on my train of thought I'm at heavens gates, i gotta couple questions when i come face to face with God Like why didnt you intervene when he took the peice to end it all. Why do i gotta live like this, whys my life so fucking hard Wheres my white Pickett fence, two story house with a Jag parked in garage. I see my peers and their advancing, i seem to be stuck in limbo Everytime i hit a hot streak, something brings the winter cold. Thats one step forward and 3 steps back. Running on lifes treadmill, never completin a lap Nothing inside felt real, i bottled my emotions until i lost the cap. Now im quick to snap, like the end of a Deaf Jam poetry act I aint worried about the next man, point me to where the hoes be at Walk out with one on each side of me like a shoulder strap If i aint bout to bust my shit, i aint about to show the strap tell my killer look me in the eyes before he unloads the gat Stone cold stare, i could feel it in the air before he claps Pull a neo out the matrix i stop the bullets and send it back Stick to posting wack lyrics on Facebook, claim to aalways be in the studio but i aint heard a thang Look. Bottom line, nobdy round here is as nice as me. Kill u with an old flow, and not even think about it cuz i go in every bar, like im tryna get a Drink up out it You rap because you think its cool. I rap because i need too, matched by my love for the craft not talking cheese dude Been a beast since 93, scuffy knees and preschool If i Shall die before i wake, i pray to lord my soul he keeps two You hop online just to hate, your thug persona is see thru. If you feelin some type of way then pull up, But im the type to come meet you. I hit you up for the address, GPS it then im in root. Driving like a mad man until my two boots are on your stoop. I kick a door before you answer, no need to be polite Think drivin on black ice ina stormy winter night. Boi i could fuck up your life. All it takes is a wrong turn, life changes into a horror movie. But this one a lil different. In the end theirs no survivors Machete on me like Jason, with a mask like micheal myers. Freddy Kruger with deadly shooters, send headshots to ya crew of losers. Hulk hogan leg drop rap game at a dead lock, and im here to break the chain. Spit cain and make bands pop. Create my own luck im walking through feilds of shamrock