Lyrics:

Sliding in clean like I’m made of windex
My new life is the finger next to index
Insects like you bugging me like an ex
Who texts all day then rejects make up sex
It’s a flex every time I grab a microphone
All alone in my zone crushing rocks into stone
I’m a true artist give me a xylophone
And I’ll make a hit quick like Joe DiMaggio
New York to the Bay I’m in different time zones
Making so many moves that they think I have a clone
So menacing you better ring a friend cus my fists heavy swing
I’m battling inhabiting a smattering of badder things
Like psychedelic trips that’ll take you to wonderland
My Vishnu arms grab a hold of where you stand
When you land you may feel like you’re part of God’s plan
But me I am God, always got the upper hand

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Written and performed by Mojo Flows
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Beat produced by Dogtags

Joe DiMaggio (prod. Dogtags)

Mojo Flows