Bow Down Verse 1: How I got it You could never jock it Leader of a front I'm feedin every head I promised P.O.P or Rap its R&B I'll let you call it Either way I'm pumpin out a legendary product And I'm goin in like deposits call me Tom when it's offense 7 points if understood know Amendola caught it Ima audit every artist in the game I beg your pardon Condom broke while f**in the league I'm now the rawest Pay your homage And bow for the kid who people call the prophet f** a profit been 7 years with my unexpanding pockets holdin Down the Bay Area with a vigorous pressure would ya Crank up these decibels once I'm up in these festivals You'll be trippin on chemicals I get down to your vesicles Yes I'm very receptacle I know I gotta prove it Lately I been hearing I sound too vanilla cool it Cuz once I get these labels on a knee you'll say I knew it Chorus: Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down (They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest) Verse 2: I am For the last time so fed up with this past time Had an ego but I trashed mine For the last time wanna pa** time in the present moment I might of missed ya Told my fanbase to dance with ya But give my left nut to meet my wife Whose so damn real she'd be cool with just my right But enough bein hopeful ready to evolve on the count of a local with a gameplan 2 pots and an apron Cooked up a new EP so hot got a face tan And I got that flair for the nation Here in the bay with the silicon chips While La's with the silicon tits I swear
Still gotta ball over there Still gotta broaden the fan base Still gotta show one heart in the chest of a pancake or for the double d body image It all comes down to the lobby scrimmage It all comes down to the politics but I Saw Generation Y Said no thanks I'm a different time Give you peace of mind Chorus: Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down Bow Down Little Homie Verse 3: I may rap bars like a Hershey's worker But still make time to black out Not from shots man I vibe And tap out Criss crossed here on the floor you ask how I Get into a different kinda rhythm with the depths of man in tune with the breath man I feel So much deeper now I got clear a** mind till the beeper sounds 10 texts in a row and I'm sick phones The real world ain't this instant Space my stress out equidistant and keep it in the middle when it grows too tall Reconsider when it's worth it cuz I know who called On me testin out my character to show who strong I remember when I used to trip when hoes blue balled But not for long Not when I wrote the wrongs Not when I kept this flow from the main stream but I kept it real I say things and put em unchartered waters for obamas daughters Go tell dad to jump in Wow sweety this is nice Play it down like he's unsurprised Then hit his desk up quick to write His speech Damn that boy could preach Chorus: Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down Bow Down Little Homie Bow Down (They Tried to tell ya the prophet wasn't the greatest)