Flat Out lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
We find Clark Kent
Mild mannered reporter for the Daily Planet
Walking the streets
From when out of nowhere his super hearing picks up...

[Hook: Wale]
What's your set 'bout?
Me and my n*ggas, we flat out

[Verse 1: Wale]
Told you n*ggas, "Do not f*ck with us"
Hope you n*ggas do not f*ck with us
You caught feelings cause I caught her attention
She caught a flight after I caught a nut, whoa!
Shoutout to my brothers, doe
Quote me too
You goin' make some haters when you love a ho
Higher echelon, God bless my soul
Profit of my infectious flow
Pardon if my vocab ain't good
But the school I was in ain't have no books
These rap n*ggas never had me shook
I am from a town that is ran by crooks
Get the work from out of town for the money and the power
n*ggas steppin' on the powder like it's athlete foot
Know y'all got come get at me first
Little n*gga better act your worth
Understand n*ggas got to be heard
Why the f*ck n*ggas got to be herbs
[Hook: Wale]
What's your set 'bout?
Me and my n*, we flat out

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
I usually don't do freestyles
Cause my style ain't free, n*gga
Fresh from head to toe
I said fly from the feet up
I said, you're looking for a real n*gga
b*tch, look up and you'll see us
You lookin' for your b*tch, n*gga
Don't look up, she with Jesus
I said hallelujah, b*tch pop the pus*y
So she raise her hands and pop the pus*y
I'm with Wale, that's MMG
And that Molly make her go woo
And that money make me show out
My grind wasn't planned out
I'm a real n*gga, don't do handouts
My mama crib my stashhouse
In the Yeezy box, n*gga oh Lawd
n*gga Ziploc and my Concords
Tell the Feds I don't give a f*ck
I'm the man now, I'm the man now
And that's D.C. to the A town
I said D.C. to the A town
And when I flaunt, n*gga, that's hands down
But in D.C., they say flat out
[Hook: Wale]
What's your set 'bout?
Me and my n*, we flat out
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