Flava Lyrics

[Intro]
It's a... beautiful day...
(Haha, we in the woods wit' it)
Sun shinin'...
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus]
You can't see if ya lookin' (Huh)
But just add seasoning when ya cooking (You know?)
Get dat bullshit out the way while you at it, my nigga
Don't throw no salt in the game if you ain't got no flava (Yeah)
You can't see if ya lookin' (Uh-huh)
But just add seasoning when ya cooking (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
Get dat bullshit out the way while you at it, my nigga (Uh)
Don't throw no salt in the game if you ain't got no flava

[Verse 1]
Started writing this the other day as I was strolling down broadway
Homeless man, Starter jacket his pillow, sleep in broad day
Plenty of us pass him by but none of us have change to spare
If I had it? Know I got him, wonder if they even care (I do)
Condos just keep coming up and generations going down
But look around, yo hood might be next (Haha)
No reason to be perplexed, I wish that came with a punchline
I'm like Richard Pryor in dis muhf*cka; Which way is up sometimes?
Smile thru da stress, pray thru the pain
Yada yada yada, shit still the same
Check the TL, anotha nigga slain?
How you feeling? Can't complain (I'm good)
I guess (Yeah), push back, reset, Super Nintendo
Though it's a lot on the mental? (Yup)
Don't forget what you in it for (Yeah)
I hold it down for the Eastside (Yeah)
Momma want me on the BET (Mhm)
My lil' brother making beats now (Word?)
Family ties, no loose strings (Yeah)
I'ma talk this real, get the pockets filled, then the bottom grill
Give it back to what got me here
I can't think of a better feeling... not at all

[Chorus]
You can't see if ya lookin' (Huh)
But just add seasoning when ya cooking (You know?)
Get dat bullshit out the way while you at it, my nigga
Don't throw no salt in the game if you ain't got no flava (Yeah) You can't see if ya lookin' (Haha)
But just add seasoning when ya cooking (For sure)
Get dat bullshit out the way while you at it, my nigga (Uh)
Don't throw no salt in the game...

[Pre-Verse]
Smart and pretty hoes twerk to dis

[Verse 2]
Trader Joe Biden, pretty healthy with my vices
Always smoking presidential anytime you come around me (Yeah-yeah)
High as hell behind the register, repeating the same monologue
Take a glance at my G-Shock like, “Damn when am I getting off?”
Late night, hit the bar across the street for NBA on TNT
Was ‘pose to stay for one and leave, I lost count at three
Well, six, all in my head like, “Shut the f*ck up”
Self-doubt, insecurities killing me, bartender, pour me up
Then lil' baby pulled through, already knew what was up (Damn right)
Had a run or two with her, hit the gas station, "Don't forget the condoms, love"
Backseat action (Woo), bend that ass down like an epiphany
Out of nowhere, I got a text from my old thang (God dang), gotta be kiddin' me
Got nothin', I'll feel her empty, so cool how I keep it player (So cool)
Know I did a little mango dirty, guess these the fruits of my labor
f*ck it, reap what you so, in life that's how it goes
Me? I jot it all down and hope you relate just a little
Yeah

[Outro]
Aight, aight
(Journey on the way, Journey on the way, shut the f*ck up)
So I'm sittin' here waitin' for you to drop some, like, super hard shit
And it ain't came yet
(Nigga, I've been waitin' on that shit forever)
Like what the f*ck you doin' over here?
I'm over here high as f*ck, ready to bounce and shit
(Shit, I gotta go to work)
I'm ready to groove and shit
And you over there playin', my nigga
(Bring dat shit)
I don't like that shit at all

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