God Flow

GOD FLOW

[Verse 1: Frzy]

My friends say I look like a Hezeus
Probably why they call me like hey Zeus
Two truths

They try to give me a sell
That's the third truth
But superman is better in a phone booth
Keep the suit

Even when I’m not recording it's still porn
They fucked, I heard gods plan before drake was born

I'm on a jet getting more feet then a shoehorn
Whats funny is these nigga get sick when I’m airbourne

It's not my fault that you fuckin broke
And the nigga you see
Stay a float
Without a back stroke

Cold nigga
Got a heart, bodies like a artichoke
That ain't all
Flow Adderall
Nigga stay woke

[Chorus 1:]

Hey
Now goin in the fuckin house
Gone watch ya name
Gone watch ya mouth

Ha

I throw a rock at ya grandma house
See that's the type of crazy shit I'm talking bout

Hey

Nigga you ain't got skill
I'll steal ya fuckin money pay ya cable bill

Ha

I wish Total Recall was fuckin real
That bitch with three titties let me cop a feel

[Verse 2: Frzy]

In the morning I'm in a suit
At night in your bitch
And if you got a new girl
She probably calling me Schmidt

And on the day my obituary print
It’ll probably be a blueprint cause
I’ll leave the best tracks
Without footprints

Peep the feel in
Look no cavity's
A down to earth Nigga that understands the gravity

Know I’m the nicest when these motherfuckers mad at me

Cause if you don't like the shit that I do
Why you adding me

This shit sad to me
Look at they tombstone
It's a rocky road leading up to that coldstone

I'm timeless in any time zone
See the throne

If diamonds are forever then you fuck niggas rhinstones

Let me say three times in case you don’t listen

I passed 23
They said I wouldn't
Now I'm Scottie pippin

And now I'm almost 33 like Scottie pippin

Done with the bull shit and wearing blazers like Scottie pippin

Nigga

[Chorus 2:]

Frzy that was fucking crazy

Like when I came in a bitch and she ain't have my baby

She was tall as a tree and fucking shady

But could empty my balls like Tom Brady

Ha

I got my debo slippers on

I'm gettin more ass then a wet thong

I feel a good fart coming on

And when it blow watch my asshole sing along

[Verse 3: Frzy]

Ain't it funny tho
How this fucking money flow
All this green on top of all these mills
That's oregano
Even tho
I'm on the radio
That's the status quo
Feeling vertical
They just feeling vertigo
Falsetto
High as they gone go
You should know
I see all your subs
I'm a torpedo
Watch me blow
I could but you on the right track
Boy I ain't talking a cameo
This beat is cold
And I'm a fucking eskimo
God flow
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