Flow Canoa Freestyle 1

Falke, synonymous with parking
I park it anywhere and leave it for a while, I take it out of the lot
Falke, Falke, all my homies in the market
Fuck the cops even though they always mark me
All this shit makes me think I got more weight than Chapo's planes
And I got a ride that takes out the frogs
I don’t get dirty but I sure don’t escape
All my crew wipes the floor with you (yeah)
I got a driver with Daytona flow
And he doesn’t mind if I light up a blunt
Paper game’s on point
And it doesn’t hit like the nine

I send them to the Scola, I grab an Oberto
Planting in the Campazzo, making a Ginobili
Look at me now, I was right
Living large, feels like Discovery
I smoke some Oreo flowers
I’m so big it’s obvious
So much flow doesn’t fit in an auditorium
Baby, I wasn’t born to be a lab rat
I’m leaving them with a spinning neck, rolling
Put everything on twelve, all in
Since they saw me higher than you, they’ve been calling me
But don’t call me, I’m not here for the fakes, much less for the trolls
I’m the knight of the night, you guys die like Robin
Keep fixing every number, what would you be without the cash?
Your girl talks to me in fleeting moments, says I’m in her wettest dreams
Chass, I shoot and the networks burn, we never cooperate with the feds
Baby knows I’ll die rich, and my account never goes back
You tell me how to explain it, or I spend it and let nothing remain
I remember every day I was down, trusting that everything is possible
Falke, canoe flow with a boss's accent
Narco, of course, I’ll show you the impact, damn
Of course, I’ll show you the impact, damn

Falke, Falke, synonymous with parking
I park it anywhere and leave it for a while, I take it out of the lot
Falke, Falke, all my homies in the market
Fuck the cops even though they always mark me
All this shit makes me think I got more weight than Chapo's planes
And I got a ride that takes out the frogs
I don’t get dirty but I sure don’t escape
All my crew wipes the floor with you
I got a driver with Daytona flow
And he doesn’t mind if I light up a blunt
Paper game’s on point
And it doesn’t hit like the nine

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(It doesn’t hit like the nine)
You already know who it is, yeah
The daddy of all you guys, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tadu, we’ve gone too far, too far-a-a'