EBB Flow from 6 by Drake
“EBB Flow” is a chaotic, high-octane hip-hop/rap banger from Richard, driven by a jagged trap beat with booming bass and frenetic hi-hats. This track is a wild ride through braggadocio and betrayal, with Richard slicing through overcooked foes and unfaithful hooks with surgical precision. From flipping cash in ’07 cabins to torching mediocrity with forest-tree swagger, he’s a vet spitting truth over a relentless flow. The “EBB” hits like a tidal force—etheric and unstoppable—balancing raw aggression with a call to breathe and find love amidst the wreckage. It’s a freestyle-fueled anthem for the chosen, perfect for anyone riding the highs and lows of their own grind.
Tracklist
| 10. | EBB Flow | 3:09 |
Lyrics
I guess I can speed up a little bit
Tryna make sense of some shit, you know
Yo, these boys, they overcooked
Yeah, they gettin’ overlooked, gettin’ cooked
Got a bitch upon my side, that’s the hook
But the hook is what I took
Captain Floats and Capitan Blab, Razz, Hunter, no discretion
Diarrhea in they mouth with obsession
Had to get my flow to dissect them, yeah
What’s the truth?
If she said it, you would know, yeah
You know her pussy flow
She gon’ put it down for me, what it do?
Sink the clue, she was never faithful
She more to my green than to you
She don’t give a fuck, say you’re filled with the undertow
Put it with the sniff and blow
Suckin’ up, yeah, they sold
Niggas tryna trap they own flow
Mediocres, mediocre lives though
Middle class, real ass
Yeah, they had to move up last
I rejected from the top with my cash
Who’s next?
It’s gotta happen, line up before I’m vexed
Said these niggas got unhexed
Send the shooters with the checks
Head to target with the specs
Back in 07, I was on my apex
Bass weekends
In the cabin, had some Asian pussy flappin’
Yeah, these boys continue flappin’
My money on green, like I said, she a pick
I’m a vet, grow that shit like some forest tree
And I set flames and fire to her, I’m just joshin’
But I’m fired up, sent the clue and the motives that I have
Yeah, I spoke only truth, never have
Had to beat it with my cash
Yeah, she flippin’ up her ass while I’m flippin’ out my stash
And that’s a real
What you puttin’ out, what you feel?
What the fuck is they story anyway?
They livin’ in the play, actors all day
I just try to keep it down
Yo, I spit these flows, never stop, don’t you know, like
They be like shit, man, we don’t see
Nothing new, 100 or somethin’, freestylin’ from the one
Yeah, said I’m the chosen one, annoyed, didn’t protect it, don’t you know it, son?
Respect the airflow, respect the EBB
Etheric, blah, blah, woo, woo, ee, ee
Yeah, I’m into makin’ checks, money
But test me first, I can’t vex
Had to end up on a good note
Do what you do anyway, but just breathe, yo
Righteous decisions inside of you
Love inside your heart, you’re a clue
Love inside your heart, you’re a clue
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Graham Nazareth is a Toronto hip-hop force known for raw lyricism, heavy punch lines, and melodic instinct. Blending sharp rap delivery with smooth R&B vocals, he channels Drake’s versatility while shaping his own bold identity. His sound hits with emotion, grit, and a signature blend of rhythm and honesty.