Different flows Ft Sloane

Verse1 : Kay Nino
I feel like I'm from a different planet
Every time when I drop they ain't never managed
Killing these n***as never been easy
So I gotta do what I gotta
And I did it anyway
How you talking smack about me
I heard that you coming with the board
And you tryna surf my songs
But my flow got you drowning so hard
Nobody ever thought I'll be this hot
Listen
It feels like I just reached super sayian God mode
Now I got these n***as falling on sicko mode
Hit after hit thats the only thing I know
How I hit the flex on the show
And I keep it on low
Now you n***as tryna blow
But I pace you out
What
I Heard you sickest rapper in the game
So I'm dropping bars like medication
'cause you need some healing
Damn let's switch the flow
How these n***as thinking
They the best from day to night
When I'm the only light
Got n***as tripping on my songs lowkey
Highkey they be saying fuck me
Like I really care
How you feeling there?
Are you feeling this?
She be feeling me
I ain't feeling her
Why you tripping man
Get your life straight
Wolf gang in a circle of sheeps
So I gotta pretend
With my bars I resent
With my flow I drown them
Like I really want that
And I really got that
So I never look back
And I'll never diss them
But I'll probably clap back
But I'll pass it to Sloane
And I'll never revert
I just played with beat

Verse2 : Sloane
Freeze over winter and heal the trees while bears out sleeping dreaming
They wake up with bruised knuckles
As if they were fighting demons
My guardian angel still on vacation, I'm naked I couldn't take it
I'm crashing I wasn't racing, if it wasn't for morris and yukkuh and gummy and the woman who love me hitting my phone
The trees that I healed would become my home
So stressed about it skin red from boils
Covered in blood of jesus or covered in the soil
Try to show you the way but you get annoyed
Heart crack again but it ain't destroyed
It's the little things, that make you text the boy
I'm waterboy and this challenge was hella easy
I opted for preparation for christmas until the tar in my airbags finally hit reverse
I did in hopes of healing I'm feeling it didn't work
So when I dye my hair next summer its for the hurt I'm more than prepared
Dying cause of the dust in my ducts water is scarce
Drowning on every fucking word I never said
Down it with different flows i found the perfect cure
Never needed my wrists to write down any score
Heart on my short sleeve no reason to be insecure
Of battle scars if you have 'em shit I'm proud that you got your shit together
And you tryna make it out
If you're tryna make it out its already a win
Put those L's together and then ... fuck
Like tamia I'm into you, slide on a kaffir this area general
Hand get slapped by yo ass is plentyful
If I speak well then i am lyrical
If they get this shit right, it could be the verse of the year
The next song make 'em bounce like yeah sponge on ciggies store my tears, salt water down my creeks
This isn't as high as i reach
Weekend weaklingz cause im weak
Weekend weaklingz cause im ... cause im weak