Mic Flo - Chardonnay Lyrics

While most lie about getting so high with some bimbos
I’m with my wife in Lodi where the zin flows
Or in the bay, the land where the rent rose
Along with anger of who the government chose
I thought politics was more than just impulse
Racism, sexual harassment & insults
They team up to keep us down like ten toes
Until we’re all burned up in some flames like Primrose
But I ain’t tryna win souls. I’m trying to offend those
That think that hate creates any potential
For great except great dissonance & great insolence
Empowering great ignorance inot how to shape innocence
The terrorist is the one who creates nemesis
& creates impetus to destroy & hate indigents
So I shape sentences hoping for late benefits
Cuz music’s power to help us escape is limitless
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
I’m sipping Chardonnay in Sonoma county
When my ego’s out of control it’s the floes that ground me
In addition to the wisdom of those around me
See I always welcome those that constructively doubt me
Cuz my ability’s balanced by my humility
So I’m killing beat no plausible deniability
My rhymes fly agility causes insight fragility
The weak try to forget that’s nothing like senility
Remind them: Mic Flo can really spit bro
Coming through like bruh man from the fifth floor
4 fingers up killer with the bass like Mingus was
No genius but do what a genius does
In the land of the greenest buds & the meanest thugs
Like the bloods and crips how does that coexist
That’s like CP3 getting no assists
I won’t quit not sorry man no desist
Cuz my flow’s never played out like a POTUS diss
Hate is what I’ll always go against
With the real lyrics from my spirit, raw no pretense
Like this Chardonnay with the butter flavor so intense
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
You deep within a rapper mind off that Napa wine
Lyricism has declined with the passing time
But lyricists shouldn’t be trapped by the past designs
We should be free to seek the medium we have to find
I represent the heritage of a culture of derelicts
That struck the world like Bruce Lee with his pair of fists
They thought we’d disappear like celebrity marriages
But everywhere it is, I dish it out like rare assists
So cherish this before it perishes
The rap emeritus always sharing my imperatives
Wackness embarrasses mainly because of the carelessness
So the proud derelicts became rich heretics
Don’t hate the game hate the way it’s won
For them it’s making major funds until they day is done
For me it’s shrimp scampi, Chardonnay & sun
With my major with major buns, ok I’m done
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter

While most lie about getting so high with some bimbos
I’m with my wife in Lodi where the zin flows
Or in the bay, the land where the rent rose
Along with anger of who the government chose
I thought politics was more than just impulse
Racism, sexual harassment & insults
They team up to keep us down like ten toes
Until we’re all burned up in some flames like Primrose
But I ain’t tryna win souls. I’m trying to offend those
That think that hate creates any potential
For great except great dissonance & great insolence
Empowering great ignorance inot how to shape innocence
The terrorist is the one who creates nemesis
& creates impetus to destroy & hate indigents
So I shape sentences hoping for late benefits
Cuz music’s power to help us escape is limitless
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
I’m sipping Chardonnay in Sonoma county
When my ego’s out of control it’s the floes that ground me
In addition to the wisdom of those around me
See I always welcome those that constructively doubt me
Cuz my ability’s balanced by my humility
So I’m killing beat no plausible deniability
My rhymes fly agility causes insight fragility
The weak try to forget that’s nothing like senility
Remind them: Mic Flo can really spit bro
Coming through like bruh man from the fifth floor
4 fingers up killer with the bass like Mingus was
No genius but do what a genius does
In the land of the greenest buds & the meanest thugs
Like the bloods and crips how does that coexist
That’s like CP3 getting no assists
I won’t quit not sorry man no desist
Cuz my flow’s never played out like a POTUS diss
Hate is what I’ll always go against
With the real lyrics from my spirit, raw no pretense
Like this Chardonnay with the butter flavor so intense
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
You deep within a rapper mind off that Napa wine
Lyricism has declined with the passing time
But lyricists shouldn’t be trapped by the past designs
We should be free to seek the medium we have to find
I represent the heritage of a culture of derelicts
That struck the world like Bruce Lee with his pair of fists
They thought we’d disappear like celebrity marriages
But everywhere it is, I dish it out like rare assists
So cherish this before it perishes
The rap emeritus always sharing my imperatives
Wackness embarrasses mainly because of the carelessness
So the proud derelicts became rich heretics
Don’t hate the game hate the way it’s won
For them it’s making major funds until they day is done
For me it’s shrimp scampi, Chardonnay & sun
With my major with major buns, ok I’m done
Every time I rhyme I say what I gotta say
Try to come at me with that bull, not today
Represent the old school in a modern way
Spitting floes smooth like butter like Chardonnay
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter
It’s like butter. Flow smooth like butter