Key & MrJTeze - High On Flow
Prod. Sketch
What is the smell in my nose
They cooking a track and you know that it is gold
How? Bangers back and then back again and them beats are slaying they hit differently
Making more music a difficult task
But I can push through and Key right here don’t even ask
Dumb boy thinks he about that
Can’t and won’t even break me and key we won’t even crack
Screw all that beef but we ready
We humble and chill in real life, but in the rap we be deadly
Start any problems, and guess what we’ll just have to solve it, the mic and directly
Im chill and I’m laid back, I don’t even care and I’ll tell you politely
Don’t start any problems or imma have Key
Ruin your mood, he ain’t so kind, he’s meaner than me
(Key)
You are not on the same caliber look at the calendar it’s been a week now
Handle the mic like excalibur who is our challenger he should just back out
Drive by and shoot at the passenger hit a collateral cus they ain’t tap out
You know that I got the battle flow it will be beautiful when i claim my crown
Fuck it im blowing their brains out they can’t explain why they never made their claim to fame
I came to fuck up the game I may be deranged
I’m fixing my aim you know i won’t miss we’re not the same and cannot coexist
I’m on a higher plain you’re just a bitch
You are a little stain in the abyss
Jt gets a kill and i get an assist
We letting off bullets when Keys start to click
And the beat starts to hit
And the page starts to flip
And Jt starts to speak up cus Keys backing him
And we reek of the gin we the yang and the yin
And I tried to warn them bout the demon within but they didn’t listen
And now they’re all dead at the hands of a kid
V2:
Yea he’s meaner than me
Yea I mean that, what’s good we’ll hop on the scene
I mean what i say and I say what I mean
I don’t wanna try that stuff and be a fein
I’m writing new lyrics and it got better
I’m high on the flow, and I’m expecting a letter
I’m running a tredmill, zero gravity I feel lighter
She got an Uber with this dude and I won’t let her
Hey I wrote a bar about you
I had to rewrite my whole verse and find something to do
I just picked up my tux including the dress shoes
I make money now how much you need, that’s even an issue
School just ended and I’m finna miss you
Senior year ended and im outta school
Homies is sticking together, Key is my dude