Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Flow, artist - Doe B. Album song Baby Jesus, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Doe B
Song language: English
God Flow |
| Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer |
| Feeling like Ace Boogie when he first quit the cleaners |
| I’m a shock the world, Muhammad Ali em |
| Back stabbing ass, Calvin ass niggas tryna team up |
| Back watching my nigga because I’m watching for niggas |
| Who wanna stop me my nigga but trust me I’m a get richer |
| By any means, like Mack I’m with that thing in that picture |
| Name ringing like a iPhone, niggas wanna lick me cause |
| When you get money, trouble tend to come your way |
| If you play, raise my gun like my son in your face |
| I’ll bust it like a nut, make me cum on your face |
| I’ll go off like a bomb, think Saddam in this place |
| A lot of niggas in the way, still in a turtle race |
| But you know it ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the cake |
| I go hard like a pallet in yo place |
| Name spread like Proactive in your face, you niggas acne to the streets |
| I can’t believe niggas believe niggas |
| Bet, you could check my background |
| Yea, I was gone for a minute but I’m back now |
| And you little niggas, summer’s over, fallback now |
| I done fell down a couple times, crawl back now |
| Hoes ain’t used to answer for me, now they call back now |
| I ain’t used to be shit, they think I’m all that now |
| Niggas hollering beef shit, but to me all of em cow-wards |
| Yea, and these is words of a real nigga |
| No matter what hand you was dealt, you got a deal with it |
| And how I feel is how I felt, and I don’t feel niggas |
| Cause fake niggas paralyze real niggas |
| Back when I was little loved to idolize real niggas |
| And see how much success really do kill niggas |
| They ain’t gon' feel you til they kill you |
| I’m top five dead or alive, one of the realest |
| Just the ordinary life of a G |
| I can’t believe these niggas want stripes off of me |
| Niggas I grew up with, I can’t even fuck with |
| He can’t look you in the eyes, then that nigga suspect |
| That’s the reason I can’t trust shit |
| But my vision colorful as TrukFit |
| I could see the future |
| I could see the winners and the losers |
| Copping Versace, I feel like Medusa |
| Snakes around my head, snakes around my bed |
| Snakes all in the yard, damn, gotta cut the grass |
| Niggas I give my last, they don’t even wanna see me last |
| Take the good with the bad but damn this shit bad |
| Get money, don’t get mad |
| I said get money, don’t get married |
| Only wife of mine is this life of crime |
| When I started flirting with death I almost got fired |
| I remember hearing shots fired |
| In the hospital Doc said he thought Pac came back and died |
| I’m up now, and I ain’t backin' down |
| It’s trap life til my casket down |
| This my city, you can ask around |
| And if I’m lying in that case, a fish can drown |
| Montgomery ain’t no motherfuckin biscuit town |
| Ya’ll can keep all that bullshit, just don’t forget the crown |
| King shit |