New God Flow.1

Somebody been running a long time Somebody- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D I believe there's a God above me I'm just the god of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," fuck everything else Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Push' ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper, matched with a cold killer I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (yuugh) (Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us) Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (But since you over do it, I'ma pour more) Well, if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four-door Shake that body, party that bod- (that's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod- (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (yeah) Shake that body, party that bod- (woah) Shake that body, party that bod- (woah) Shake that body, party that body (it's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams They say death multiplies by threes Line them all up and let's just see Fuck 'em 'Ye, fuck 'em 'Ye! I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo) they shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo) my shit is luxury Balmain I'm ballin', Amar'e A nick sold in the park then I want in What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?) What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha) What's a brick from an outta-town nigga When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh) Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child M-A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know I'm living three dreams Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's, uh 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw, man, you sold your soul Naw man, mad people was frontin' Aw, man, made something from nothing Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true Like there the god go in his Murcielago From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note He even got enough to get his mama a condo Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom 40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week Man the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain? Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame? And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains? In Jesus' name, let the choir say "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say And we'll annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D Yeah, nigga Yeah, I had my-, I had my Jesus piece since '94 I don't know what I-, I don't know what you're talkin' bout And my Eagle Still got it all in the bag, B (yeah) All I did was play possum (yo, come on) Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut With soap suds on the Mac-11 My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven We feed the nigga like forty chickens His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon I-, I got soccer moms paying for cock Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok Comin' with flows that is toxic (come on) Deadly fumes when I'm in the room Repercussions occur when you dry snitch Red light, green light, one, two, three Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please Said and shake that body, scar up that body Should I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably" Side bets are four and better Bust hammers with pot holders And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather I'm not bow-legged but old school like Redd Foxx My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops My gold eagloid shitted out a red rock Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees You can have a good time with G-O-D Shake that body, party that bod- (that's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod- (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (yeah) Shake that body, party that bod- (woah) Shake that body, party that bod- (woah) Shake that body, party that body (it's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music