Mariachi Flow - Ebenezer

Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas

With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)

Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah

Anti-freeze

Probably won’t change 'til I decease

I probably won’t change 'til I decease

I just did a southern city trip (Took a flight)

North London nigga in the 6

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)

Never had to whip a brick, but I get the gist (Whip it)

Niggas say you change once you get some change

Fuck you thought?

You want me to stay the same?

Where were you when I was stuck in the mud?

Ain’t nobody pick me up

Paranoia (Go)

I got secrets that I can’t even tell my lawyer (Go)

Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas

With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Yeah)

Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah

Anti-freeze

Probably won’t change 'til I decease

I probably won’t change 'til I decease

Sour bitches, they love citrus

Head in your briefcase

Tell ‘em, «Mind your business»

I’m only here for profit

Fuck an image

I don’t give two shits

I swear, I swear

Bitch, I’m Michael Jackson with the moves, yeah

(Michael Jackson with the moves, ayy, ayy)

With the crew, yeah

(With the crew, with the crew)

Bitch, I been this way since school, yeah, yeah

(Bitch, I been this way since school)

That’s how I move, yeah

(That's how I move, ayy, ayy, how I move)

Paranoia (Whoa)

I got secrets that I can’t even tell my lawyer (Okay)

Hunnid Gs like it came from overseas (Overseas, ayy)

With the dogs, like they came in with the fleas (Came in with the fleas)

Gold chain around my beck just like a leash, ah

Anti-freeze (Anti-freeze)

Probably won’t change 'til I decease

I probably won’t change 'til I decease

Won’t change, won’t change

Won’t change, won’t change

Won’t change, won’t change

Won’t change, won’t change

Standard of these men straight

Look how they menstruate

Pussy niggas talkin', I don’t give a fuck what they say

Friends wanna bleed you dry 'til you runnin' on empty

I’m still on the m-way, don’t do me Kunta Kinte

They snatch up your foot off

Shoulda, woulda, coulda, but your flow’s not gooda

This that winter coat in the summertime, hood up

Still ain’t life sweet, like sugar

Still ain’t life sweet, like—