Doe B - God Flow Lyrics
(Intro)In the midst of the turmoilIn the midst of the madnessIt was said…That the streets needed a resurrectionThe streets needed a new beginningSo introduce to you…The saviorDoe BDJ Scream in the streets (Baby Jesus!)(Verse)Started out with peanuts, young street dreamerFeeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleanersAlmost shot the world, Mohamed AliI’m back stabbing…Started out with peanuts, young street dreamerFeeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleanersAlmost shot the world, Mohamed AliI’m back stabbing ass, caring ass niggas tryna team upBack watching my nigga because I’m watching for niggasWho wanna stop me my nigga but trust me I’mma get richerBy any means, like macking with that thing in that pictureMan ringing like a iPhone, niggas wanna leave me cosWe been getting money, trouble turn and come your wayIf you play, raise my gun like my son in yo faceI bust it like a nut, made me cum on yo faceI go off like a bomb, think Saddam in this placeA lot of niggas in the way, still in a turtle raceBut you know it ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the cakeI go hard like a palet in yo placeAnd I ain’t spraying like Proactive in yo face, you niggas at me to the streetsI can’t believe niggas, believe niggasBut you could check my backgroundYea, I was gone for a minute but I’m back nowAnd you lil niggas, summer’s over, fallback nowI done fell down a couple times, fallback nowHoes ain’t used to answer for me, now they call back nowI ain’t used to be shit, they think I’m all that nowNiggas halling this shit back to me, all on call… worseYea, and these is words of a real niggaNo matter where, hey you a Dolce got a deal with itAnd how I feel is how I feel, there’s no feel niggasCos fake niggas paralyzed, real niggasBack when I was little loved to idolize real niggasAnd see how much it says really do kill niggasThey ain’t gon feel you til they kill youI’m trapafied, dead or alive – one of the realestJust the ordinary life of a GI can’t believe these niggas want stripes off of meNiggas I grew up with, I can’t even ***** withThey can’t look you in the eyes, then that nigga suspectThat’s the reason I can’t trust shitBut my vision call up for this trunk fitI can see the futureI can see the winners and the loserCopping Versace, I feel like medusaSnakes around my head, snakes around my bedSnakes all in the yard, gotta cut the grassNiggas I give my last, they don’t even wanna see me lastTake the good with the bad but damn this shit badGet money, don’t get madI said get money, don’t get marriedOnly wife of mine just this life of crimeWhen I started fronting with Duck I almost got firedI remember hearing shots fired in the hospitalGod said he thrown apart, can’t recognizeI’m up nine, mane back in townIt’s trap life til my casket downThis my city, you can ask aroundAnd if I’m lying in that case a fish can growMy god, we ain’t no mother*****in biscuit townYall can keep all that bullshit, just don’t forget the crownKing shit(Outro)Doe BDJ Scream, niggaBaby Jesus for the streets
