My Flow Switch

Mystery and wishing, history of kissing...
My dreams like they were lovers after eighteen years of missing;
Ambition? Thats old ish, man I think i'm on some new lines, that fly with me and hang glide, and giv my  words some hangtime;
My gang signs are commas, my wisdom is karma,
I'll ride this ish to the finish line... until I get that Charger;
Police and concrete got me wanting to go to college,
But I aint trynna study nothing...that degree ish is nonsence;
Trynna find a new model...or room with a role model,
With cold bottles and soul mottos that can get me to them show models;
Flow swallow, full throttle I do this thing till the show follows a buisness man, with a buisness plan of check cashing like state lottos;
Barely be on some fake ish, unless u count my flow switch, that ish that make you run the option of hand offs or slow pitch;
These streets are full of options of hand offs and slow pitch,
And I'm that nosy negro but my gameplan be "dont snitch".... slow ish...
Fill it up, fishbowl...windows up;
Get my mind foggy of all these lost bodies, and my flow switch...aint giving up;
I like to go to parties just to stare at pretty bodies and listen to them hotties that do ish but 4get about me; I like it...
No strings attached, play no toys like string too back,
Or yoyo ur name and back,
Tell girl uhuh you can proably get a lame with that;
And I act like I dont know ish, but I'm focus, on some "go" ish, yes I know it, on some slow iish, so I got with,my flow swiitch;