The Flow (Nigga's in paris)

Got words in mind I don’t know how to write it

Thinking how to fit these lines thinking how to make them rhyme

Jolly, this shits fine, make a pussy nigga go blind

These ladies wanna know my sign

Don’t question me, I don’t know why

I guess ‘just chill’ don’t apply?

Who am I? The second son, TheCool, ya The Calm One

Going through life tryna make it number one

Day our life chapter none

Don’t be a drag have some fun,

Unless you are one of those ‘nun’

Who be on the run, who don’t have fun with dick

Fugitive, like she’s new to this

Complaining that you are not cool or rich

Forget that, you’re a bitch, oops I think let that one slip

Sorry I couldn’t resist that quip, give me a sec I will be with you in bit

we write verses, rehearses, to let them fit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit