Patek Flow IV.

Sweeter Than You Think

Gucci Coat Pink

If I Want It I Could Have It

I Ain’t Even Gotta Think

Walk Up In The Spot

And I’m Looking Like A King

Looking At A Thot

And She Looking Like A Ting

If She Want It She Could Grab It

She Ain’t Even Gotta Blink

You No Eye Connection

Well Perceptive

You Know Our Connection

I Ain’t Gotta Say A Word

And She Could Get The Message

I Ain’t Have To Send A Text

And We Could Stay Connected

No I Keep The Weapon

You Know Got To Stay Protected

Check The Timing On The Wrist

And Know It Stay Patek'ted

I Hear The Voices All The Whispers

I Pretend That I Don’t Listen

Taking Names On Different Lists

Gone Be Shock To All They Systems

When I Pop Up On They System

Know The Lord My Only Witness

Taking Aim And They Keep Missing

It’s Shame That I’m A Victim

To The Hate In **** Hearts

It’s All The Same

I Tried To Change

And They Mistake

My Situation

For A Stage To Play They Part

But I Put That On My Grave And On My Name

I’m Not A Marc

Not A Jacob

Not A Lame Man

When I Speak Up

Better Pay Up

Shit Ain’t Easy

Not Lay Up

I’m What A Brick Is To The Layer

My Foundation Came From Prayer

So When Just Where I’m Headed

Is Somewhere Greater

I’m Not Playing

I Don’t Like To Talk About It

But I Might Have To Remind Em

I’m A Man Who Came From Nothing

From The Moment That I Walked In

All My Demons Have All Be On It

Trynna Tell Me I Ain't Nothing

Trynna Tell Me I’m Not Wanted

But I Know That I’m That ****

I Don’t Have To Ask About It

You Can Tell From How I’m Waking

My Demeanors Not To Be Fucked With

I’m A Bad Mother Fucker

You Can Suck It