90s Flow
[Intro: J.Cole on The Combat Jack show]

[Verse 1: JXXIII]
Check, They tell me "90s Flow"
That's all I do, turn up and switch it up
Try something new
Cause the beat so hot and my seat so hot
And you know I'm dropping jewels (whoo!)
And my Neck on froze and the grease is hot
And you know It's popping too (whoo!)
Like '05 Chris Brown, Young Joc
It's going down
I can't change the way I came up
Cause you know my flow is underground
That J.Dilla, that backpack
These drug dealers got fat sacks
I'm in the A like 3 Stacks
I'm running plays like Warren Sapp
I Got 10 g-mails, tryna make it
None of my stories are fabricated
I was writing rhymes, yall was getting faded
Protective style, my hair is getting braided
Under the sew-in, damn it I go in
And that's fa sho! In fact
In Golden State with Steph Curry
Told Riley we gone win that! (swish)
With the flick of the wrist, My pen in my grip
Since I was 6 , you think I just started?
Bitch, I'm a vet
Get on your shit!
Been an A&R since high school...
I was Working with Rich Younglord, he signed with Bad Boy
When he was 16
Producing classics, making hits
Mixing for the greats
In 2010, he hit me up, guess it was fate
MTV, When I was 17
Looking for a big break
Now I'm 22 up in the game
Feel like ain't shit changed...
[Hook: JXXIII]
I gotta get it for myself
Came across all these niggas in the game
Man...ain't none of them help (nah)
But God!
God told me if you make ya own lane
You gone get to the wealth (get to the wealth)
And thats real (ay!)
And thats real...

I gotta get it for myself
Came across all these niggas in the game
Man...ain't none of them help (nah) (shiiit)
But God!
God told me if you make ya own lane
You gone get to the wealth (get to the wealth)
And thats real (ay!)
And thats real (Aye)



[Verse 2: JXXIII]
Check, I Never focused on the cash
Cause the music is my passion
But as I got older and seen
Other people passing
Paying no homage we both at VSU
Graduated college
You copy everything I do
And refuse to acknowledge
I'm peeping so it's cool
I'm a role model
I swear u have no clue
Of half the shit I go through
I hope these lyrics show you
[Hook: JXXIII]
You gotta get it for yourself
I came across talented motherfuckers at VSU
Ain't none of them help
But God!
God told me if you make ya own lane
You gone get to the wealth (get to the wealth)
And that's real (ay!)
And that's real (ay!)

[Outro: JXXIII freestyle]

This is my 90's flow (yo!)
Thanks for listening
Thanks for getting it
I swear I'm pitting it
Freestyle lipping it
Lip-syncing, deep sinking
In the ocean so much corrosion
JXXIII got that parosion
Peruding ya brain invading ya cells
Invading ya mind, taking your time
Winning your heart, and your spine
And your neck, no disrespect (uhh!)
Put you in ya clique, in ya set
Meet a vet!
Cause me a vet
And me a chef, whipping, cooking
Lil B, flick wrists, chefing
JXXIII reffing, Official!
Shoot you with a missile