Son

[Hook: MAK Nikova] It's on son, on son I'm gone son, gone son I'm on some, on some My lonesome, lonesome So it's on son, on son Get on son, on son I'm awesome, o' so awesome [Verse 1: MAK Nikova] By myself who am I gone help, I'mma honest fool that denied the wealth Could of got green but I got my team, and everybody singin' all wanting to sling Pace the sweet we all laced with heat, with plenty ammo my knife and handle B's wanna run cause I'm not a female, but the next time I smoke wit'em oh well inhale Thats different thats spittin, beat street blues on the cover like you Sleepin' on me deny my flow be hotta' than anything you heard befo' me Needs a bed with two lions dead with their heads cut off tryna' see the red Speedin' by mean the flow too fast for you to catch up with what I'm really sayin' there [Hook] [Verse 2: MAK Nikova] Pass the beats like a bag of trees, I shatter the glass and cut my fiends Words that I spit that burden friends, like I don't think I'll ever hear that again That's the men that asked you in when you weren't down, now you clown Defeats the purpose when you want to frown, draw a smile so artistic wow Pressin' me like pressure weaponry, I amaze myself well boasters melt Can't be hot if you can't be felt, saying he's not but the fire truck stealth Creepin' hoping I go in the deepend, Stephen settin' the mood like prefix Your about to witness, I don't know how to finish Take the words out my mouth like a verbal denist and get it [Hook]