Re-Up Gang - Ultimate Flow lyrics

Yeah in closing:
Effortless shit the ultimate flow, y'know
Ugh

Life is what you make it
Your flows are makeshift
I draw this off inspiration, you trace shit
Patience been my life story
They say the trials almost over
And I can taste the glory
It's hard to ignore me
With this big-ass chain
Or this bright-ass watch
All this big-ass bling
One thing about it, see
This more than a name
Say, "To hell with the verses
" still the Re-Up Gang
Two-zero-comma-five a key
The peace symbol, front of the V
Fuck gold digger bitches, my Giuseppe freaks
Ugh! Mama, I means no harm
You lack class and charm
But I ain't got it either
Accustomed to a certain way of living
Only know two ways of getting:
Either rap or unwrap
If you ain't get it, you ain't live it
So if you ain't get it
Your money tall as midget, p!

You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
(yeah ah, can non)
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby

Accustomed to the luxuries that cheese bring
I'm a grown man, baby, at heart
Still finding myself teething
The big faces got me fucked up
I admit I'm too weak to stay broke, say
"Fuck it" and suck it up
So I worked out with some
Niggas from my strip
Started off slow, we was all curlin' nicks
Couple months later, I was deadlifting bricks
Then, I added more weight with
Intent to get bigger
Now, I floss on chicks and intimidate niggas
Stack cheddar in the safe like
Records in the crates
I cut with two TECs, turntables
And fade y'all
Little-minded niggas think short
And stay small
My team ball like AI and stay fly
With our eyes on the prize
(Even thought we getting money
We'll) Size up ya squad
Ride on y'all and divide up the pies
Then maintain our rides what!

You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby

All the money in the world
And I ain't fulfilled
But what could be missing? I mean
The wrist on chill the neck all frozen
I should feel like the chosen
Waterfront home, overlooking the ocean
All these hues
One should be humored and amused
But more often than not
I find myself confused
Cruising in that drop, and still, I feel
As if I'm nothing more than
A hamster in a wheel
Enough with the women they don't
See past the chain i don't see past the ass
Two can play the game
Gotta thank God for 'caine
I guess that's the twist
'Cause if I never sold
My rhymes would sound like this:

You know, I just be
Standing here looking funny, nothing to say
A bunch of air and shit

It's like a double-edged sword, a catch-22
You damned if you don't you damned if you do

You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby

Ex dope dealer, the "X" being the quotient
Dividing the product by the
Motion that I'm moving
Once it coasts off the ocean
A poor potion, the black man's anchor
And we don't own tankers
But the trinkets that we buy is gon' sink us
This dope thinker is torn I’m
At odds with myself
And no matter what I buy
I can't pardon myself
Pardon my wealth, my armwear charm
Here, I contradict myself
But I was honest here
I feel I'm tarnished here
But I'm a smooth nigga
Check my walk, you love my swagger
I plays my part, the creme-de la-creme
Raised my art
Who fucking with I? Touch I, must I
Simply clear my throat, the king
That can't hush I, plus I
Got these niggas under pressure
Got they eyes bloodshot
Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P
Gang, four brothers like we blood-tied

You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style, you got to feel us
It's the real one, unfamiliar
Nothing that you ever known, huh?
The ultimate flow, you know, dope, baby

Yeah, niggas the ultimate flow, you know
Re-up Gang, you know
We Got It 4 Cheap, Volume 2
This the Black Card Era
Nobody fucking with Sandman, nigga
Nobody fucking with Liva nigga
Nobody fucking with Malice, nigga
Nobody fuckin with Skateboard P, nigga
And you know me don't even try it
Neighborhood Push