Joe DiMaggio (prod. Dogtags)

Lyrics: Sliding in clean like I’m made of windex My new life is the finger next to index Insects like you bugging me like an ex Who texts all day then rejects make up sex It’s a flex every time I grab a microphone All alone in my zone crushing rocks into stone I’m a true artist give me a xylophone And I’ll make a hit quick like Joe DiMaggio New York to the Bay I’m in different time zones Making so many moves that they think I have a clone So menacing you better ring a friend cus my fists heavy swing I’m battling inhabiting a smattering of badder things Like psychedelic trips that’ll take you to wonderland My Vishnu arms grab a hold of where you stand When you land you may feel like you’re part of God’s plan But me I am God, always got the upper hand ///// Written and performed by Mojo Flows ffm.bio/mojoflows https://www.youtube.com/@mojo_flows Beat produced by Dogtags