Flows Lyrics – Sheff G ft. Sleepy Hallow

[Intro: Sheff G]
M8V3N Gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: Sheff G]
Look, I know lately they hating on me
Got my family depending on me
N¡ɡɡαѕ pocket watchin', n¡ɡɡαѕ dropping dots
I can't go jail I got places to be
'Member the days we was waiting to feast
And there weren't really places to eat
'Member losses I took on repeat
And still they throw shade on my name
My n¡ɡɡα, I done seen plenty ѕh¡t, never talk about it
Bodies drop, can't do ѕh¡t but put chalk around 'em
Only one time when I walk without it
Got some scars, but what after, can't talk about it
People's feelings change when your change up
Been through situations
People ain't the same returning favors
Counted on people and waited on people, but nobody comin'
Times when they doubted me, fμcκ them apologies
Help me, you could've but nobody would and
They ain't got love for me
B¡tchєѕ adoring me now 'cause they see
Where I'm headed toward and
I... really reminisce on certain days up in the system
The time that I lost and
I... really really missed our childhood
Grieving 'cause the drilling was mainly my focus
Look, we was dumb-minded, thank God
Focused up, we was dumb-minded
Three or two, in the pump, my n¡ɡɡα
We ain't tote, woulda lost my n¡ɡɡαѕ
Free the whole gang, missing all my n¡ɡɡαѕ
Wit' the gang, same pain, needle up my n¡ɡɡα
Drill after drill, healing all my n¡ɡɡαѕ
Sin after sin, forgive all my n¡ɡɡαѕ

[Verse 2: Sleepy Hallow]
I woke up in some bad rage
Bro called, he said he sensing a bad day
Say they love me, that's mad fake
Send shots get shot, they know I got some bad fate
They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways
Fμcκ it, I'm stuck in my bad ways
They don't like how I'm stuck in my bad ways
Fμcκ it, I'm stuck in my bad ways
I got shot, I ain't b¡tch, I just manned up
Can't trip, gotta keep tears tucked
Elevated, we was broken, we was devastated
Never hatin', was waitin', we got impatient
Don't you get mistaken
Look, I might still bend a block, now we got a patient
Fry 'em up, no bacon
Look, know we stand on the strip 'til the block is vacant
Shorty say I'm Satan, got the devil in me
I know God forgive me
All my n¡ɡɡαѕ gon' shoot if there's problems with me
What? So what's the problems with me?
Dropping bombs on 'em
You was telling you would drop a dime on 'em
Pull a nine on him
He ain't loyal, so we put a fine on him
What you know 'bout...
Hunnid days, hunnid nights in the whip
'til you know the route?
I ain't showing out
Say less, I know what you gon' do for a lot a clout
I ain't going out
Please don't call me for nothin'
I'm focused on money quick
My day was rainy, no sunny ѕh¡t
Please never act like you love me, b¡tch

[Outro: Sheff G]
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang
Shooter, shooter, that's shooter gang
That's shooter gang, gang, gang, gang