Mixed by Sticky & Miguel
[Intro]
Yeah, Fricky
Braids, Flipparacci
Collector's Item

[Fricky : Verse 1]
25 and I be on my 25th rap single
You're 17 yet your new shit got wrinkles
Quite simple, See the flow could make your skin tingle
Shorties coming double, don't they wonder why I'm still single ?
Never rest 'til I peak at Everest
Swear I am better than the best, we getting cheddar till it stretch
Critics think am outta raps , flows could bring Osama back
Gave the game my heart and what it gave me was a heart attack
Shit is getting crazy
Even in my Prime, see the Odd is still against me
And then I peep these rappers people hype
The only time they rock the stage would prolly be on Nino's night
I mean I'm killing mics and swear to God, we started well
We started kicking lyrics from around the time the towers fell
And I ain't fazed from this hate I'm getting
Find me in the booth counting paper like December 7 (yes Lord)

[Bridge]
Jodeci's back
You bitches screamin' like Jodeci's back
I call the front desk for condoms, she's sayin' they ain't got none
The way that I'm respondin', she know that we black, n***a
(Fuck you mean you ain’t got no condoms)
Jodeci's back
Fuckin' hoes like Jodeci's back
I paint pictures and flip words
N***a woulda thought Def Poetry back

[Braids : Verse 2]
This is God given, this is spiritual
When I appear there's an atmosphere for miracles
I bring tears to their eyes am a spectacle
Natural, Wish I developed it back in high school
Guess I was warming up, playing ball
Dreams of the NBA pictured ma name on the wall
But I ran up and down the court expecting not to fall
Little did I know that taking risk is half the problem solved
Do u see me, Do u agree ?
Or all you think about is designers, the Louis V
Well, all I think about is what matters, reality
Hope of a better future, a safer place 4 you and me
So we'll take it slow, one step at a time
While I focus on ma flow until am ready to climb
N***as frown when we around, but ooh the ladies love the sound
I put ma heart and soul , God I hope I made you proud (Amen)

[Flippa : Verse 3]
Still got money on mind
Still got a dream, still gotta grind
Still say a prayer every morning when I rise
Mr preacher tell Jesus I'm still waiting for that sign
Got a hunch that racci is back
Still killing shit like the Nazis in fact
Still kicking flows like karate on tracks
Flow dope , It's like my pen is on crack
I'm making moves on this chess board ,Life is a chess game
Tell me what u stress for, the devil yelling check mate
There's only one king on this side
You're just pawns like the type of movie momma despise
Let karma decide ,I let the drama decline
I ain't made it till I hear mr Obama recite
My lines Like a kid in the nursery, n***a
You n***as should retire like a 70's n***a
I mean u rap like u 70, n***a
Ur pen on pension my verse is vexing
I'm blessed and the verse sound heavenly n***a
Only family is the brothers breaking bread with me n***a
Rappers still tripping like cargo
Ahead of them all like Villagio
Cuz everybody got the same style yo
Do the math I'm a problem like Stargo
I'm David when I write songs
Future looking like God left his highlights on
I'm tryna succeed victory take a smell
I don't smoke weed how would I take an L
Without these bars how would y'all stay in jail
Lock you thoughts in a cell, A prisoner of conscious
On a beat I'm a beast I'm a monster
Each line I rhyme is a bridge to a stanza
Only have sit downs with stand up
Guys, tell my pops I see I in his eyes
Yo, Fricky we the truth like a lie in disguise
Tell Braids keep his eye on the prize
And yeah I'm bringing poetry back
Shakespeare with grey hair
I coulda saved the game if I ever ghost wrote for D Black
So gritty Kof-City's where I'm notably at