Niggas in Africa

[Intro: Freeway] This shit crazy That's right, niggas getting carried away, man They building a bunch of niggas with beards They got the snapbacks on But they ain't got the flow, though [Hook] My flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me My flow so sick, flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone me That shit cray [Verse 1] My flow so sick, motherfuckers wanna clone it Flow so ill, motherfuckers wanna own it Tote that steel, motherfucker -- wanna hold it? I'll unload it You get folded like shirts and jeans You must be high on pills and water, storts and lean You can get on your knees and pray to the Lord Still, you will never ever flow like Free, uh I flow like the great ones Matter of fact, I flow like it's eight floods Matter of fact, I flow like Atlantic, Pacific Sink Titanics, terrific Shit gigantic, horrific It's scary You rarely can find a nigga that can flow like us Or get dough like us They don't reach their goals like us They're washed up like soap and suds My flow is magnificent, addictive like some potent bud Jay and Ye, while they're in Paris, we're in Africa Hit y'all niggas with the motherland flow Racks on racks, I rubberband dough Got more rubberbands when the rubberbands go Still in the motherland with a motherland ho When it comes to screwing, she know what she doing I don't know what she saying, but I love her lingo Tango, IPhone call from your daughter At Harvard -- she always bless me with knowledge cause [Hook] [Verse 2] Who flow sicker? Jay and Wayne? Well, who told Wayne that? Who told Jigga? Who told Drake? Heir to the throne Philly Freeway home, better give me my space It's a different year, but ain't shit changed If I can't serve you, still got stitches in place Freeway ride like the Michelin Man Leave rappers in the Michigan lake I'm great, y'all late Just trying to get by, Talib Kweli Y'all trying to get high, I'm trying to get higher Do this til y'all call me sire Do this til y'all call me for shows And the purse be like fifty or higher Y'all know me, I'm a Philly O.G Got songs with Jay, these songs Mariah I'm no liar, I don't gotta Never had a Bugatti but I hit the Borgata A.C. shit, last weekend I'm the captain cause my flow make em seasick Flip raps, used to flip white Still shine bright, got ice like a ski trip And if I take my ice off Shit'll get dark like a eclipse Y'all better part like the Red Sea Y'all better dip like some Herr's chips On my Chris Columbus shit Throw y'all off where the earth ends I've been raw since my birth in I've been sick since my first step I'll be the best til my last breath Make a new flow when the song ends [Hook]