Flavours Songtext
von Ocean Wisdom

Tryna get all this P′s
Tryna get all this prof
The guap, the crop, I want the seeds
Tryna see flavours bro
You got something for me?
I'm tryna live like some king
Some lavish king, some fucking G
I wanna see all this papes

Look, tryna get all this steez
Like I′m tryna get all this prof
The guap, the crop, I want the seeds

I'm tryna see flavours bro

You got something for me?

I'm tryna live like some king
Some lavish king, some fucking G

Tryna get all this papes


Paper for me and my team
But I know it′s not all about money
I put a few things higher than green
I got family, friends, bros
I got foes and I make them scream
I hear the echo, echo
As they go down the stream

Tryna get all this money
The guap, the pot, the P
Fam never had a pot to piss in
Now you can′t piss in a pot like me
I'm tryna see all that bark

All that tree
Man call this clart
That likkle nark can′t roll with G's
I got mack loud packs on deck

You can′t chat like that's not lean
I got Team 10 telling me tings
Purple Turtles selling me green

I hear bare waste man man chat

Chat ′bout me and my scene
My G check them for respect
Like ay what you mean, what you mean?


Come through in all black like Storm
Now this black storm be parting seas
Check the T's and C's on these
That′s P′s on P's for a G like me
Wait, why they ain′t forming narks?

Fucking chiefs

T's and P′s on these
We P's on these, we know their sheets
My keys please, chuck these
These beats, top seats
Regular class know nothing ′bout G's
Each, ni, san, shi
Japanese man can't fly like me
I got trees, P′s, genius steez

Know about all about holding them streets
Like meet me at meal
Back me when I′m blowing up beats

Like come against me are you mad?
Come against me are you puffing on cheech?
Your chong or what went wrong?
Can't ever try step to a donny like wizzy like me
DP on these beats
Ain′t nothing to suck on them brothers like me
I just repeat, repeat
Make a little something off the something I speak

You want chapter man but can't act the gangsta
Backtrack to man when they pre
Media want chapter man
I′ll get back to man
I only chat to the BBC
That's big black chunky women
They wanna ask me something
Like I′ve answered something on my feet
Quick time like a dancer something
You never answer nothing

You're not about when a few of us meet
Tiptronic, see I'm really on it
Still see the way that man bad
The mad they kinda drive

Back a day, why they mad they matter right?

Coming like how′d I manage to survive?

Valentini style he living my life
Whip a minister only dip in the right

Sat in awe it′s such a beautiful night

Sat in awe it's such a beautiful life

I grown up, made my own luck
When they showed up I was prepared
I just rolled up all my own stuff
In my D squared looking mean there
I got elders looking old man
So I prepare, I′ll soon be there
Need old money for my grand kiddies
'Cause that new money′s getting spent here

Roll round with that baseball bat
If a man wanna show me something
I make him run home and that's a own run
I make him run home and just phone mum
She at work so she don′t come
'Cause she has to feed her broke son
If you worked hard she could work less
But you're a pussy or you′re just a no one

Tryna get all this P′s
Tryna get all this prof
The guap, the crop, I want the seeds
Tryna see flavours bro
You got something for me?
I'm tryna live like some king
Some lavish king, some fucking G
I wanna see all this papes

Look, tryna get all this steez
Like I′m tryna get all this prof
The guap, the crop, I want the seeds

I'm tryna see flavours bro

You got something for me?

I′m tryna live like some king
Some lavish king, some fucking G

Tryna get all this papes

Paper for me and my team
But I know it's not all about money
I put a few things higher than green
I got family, friends, bros
I got foes and I make them scream
I hear the echo, echo
As they go down the stream

Tryna get all this money
The guap, the pot, the P
Fam never had a pot to piss in
Now you can′t piss in a pot like me
I'm tryna see all that bark

All that tree
Man call this clart
That likkle nark can't roll with G′s
I got mack loud packs on deck