Flesh lyrics

[Intro: Lincoln]
Baby! Baby!
Damn, slow down a little bit
I just wanna get to know you baby
You know what I'm saying?
I don't wanna bite you, it's all chicken except for the bone
sh*t, I'm just
Hey, I'm getting a little money out here
I just wanna spread the wealth
You know what I'm saying?
I got, I got money, I got credit cards, I got PayPal cards
What ever you want to do, we could do EBT
You need groceries?
sh*t baby, what you looking at?
What the f*ck you see over there?
A Unicorn?

[Verse 1]
n*ggas sweat b*tches
While b*tches sweat the chill n*gga in the sweats
If you don't get no respect
It really don't matter, you could be Louis Vuitton'd up
You might as well have on Von Dutch and Tommy Hilfiger with a debt
I don't do dirt, I don't call scenes
I send n*ggas through to leave a mess
[Hook]
I'm a real n*gga in the flesh
I will find a b*tch in distress
I will make her feel so alive
Then beat her with the di*k to death
Real n*gga in the flesh
If sh*t ain't right between us
We will leave a n*gga left
Real n*gga in the flesh

[Verse 2]
I despise rapping n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas fly private, I come sky jack you n*ggas
You disrespect me, I'll get on board with three Ks out
And go to your PJ's pilot
Tell him I need those jet's keys like I'm DJ Khaled
Seems like every artist out there snorting coke and smoking base
I just opened up the briefcase and dumped out the contents
To close up an open case
If my soul shall rise then I'ma lift the hood up like Tray Martin
I'm a clapper, they targets
They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist

[Hook]
Real n*gga in the flesh
Finding b*tches in distress
Make 'em feel so alive
Then beat 'em with the di*k to death, yes
Real n*gga in the flesh
If sh*t ain't right between us
We will leave a n*gga left
Real n*gga in the flesh
[Verse 3]
I'm p-o-p, you d-u-d
You bark up this tree, I'll make you turn over three new leafs
You live right by the code or get left like three two three
I'm A Tribe Called Quest, I'm the new G
Out here going dumber than Tweedledee
All these youngins wanna redo me, like these movies
'Cause I'm so Pablo Escobar-esque
Elephant in the room, never out my element
Oh, always on my P's and Q's like RSTUV, ah!
Never tell your intel to a gent who's intelligent
'Cause he'll tell a friend who then shall attempt
To turn bullets into shells and spin, and turn humans into skeletons, grrah

[Hook]
I'm a real n*gga in the flesh
Finding b*tches in distress
Make 'em feel so alive
Then beat 'em with the di*k to death, yes
Real n*gga in the flesh
If sh*t ain't right between us
We will leave a n*gga left
Real n*gga in the flesh, yes

[Verse 4]
I'm breaking now 'cause I'm dating goddesses
The haters tried but couldn't feed me salt
'Cause I seasoned all them, now I'm raking dollars in
Say goodbye, I'm finna take you outta here
You can't deny it, I'm the H.N.I in here
The four door Porsche or whatever vehicle
A n*gga like Lincoln couldn't survive without made it out and over four scores and seven years ago
I know time flies by, yours tick-tick-tick
Mines went-went-went-went like eleven layers ago
My flow so heaven sent
When I go to heaven, I'ma go "Heaven here you go"
I'ma go tell God, "I know I promised that I'd never steal your flow," I lied
Ain't nothing like side pus*y on my di*k
Word to the motherf*cking DJ Quik
Bunch of girls wanna have a bunch of relations
Even when a n*gga wanna be they friend
I learned that faithful women need they men
They don't really wanna leave they men
They just don't wanna get a phone call
From another chick saying where he done been
If your b*tch 'bout to leave better ask yourself questions
Like "fight for her? Why?"
You better step up and fight for her like you're fighting for Hawaii
Or you motherf*cking B.J Penn
I'm a real n*gga in the flesh
My wife almost left me but she ain't do it
I don't like the way "ex-wife" sound, that don't got a ring to it