Hannibal King - God Bless lyrics

[Intro:] The best things in life are free [Hook: Mobb Deep sample] Whatchu gonna do when my whole crew's blazing at you? Whatchu gonna do when my whole crew's blazing at you? [Verse 1] First things first: TFA is the illest Reed Space pigeons, whatchu talking 'bout Willis Think you all that Jazz? I kick it like Phillip Out the mansion with the Lifsh**z fashion Sharp on the carpet, cut a rug: no dancing Moonwalking: can't tell where I'm landing: next No Sheed with the weed, but I'm faded with the text Trailblazing where I step 22's for the glide like Drex Better call Houston: there's a problem on the set Kenny The Jet: back to back with the toast Champagne pop, room filled with the smoke Let it soak: the feeling of a champ Pound for pound, only come in if it's damp Back of a stamp: first cla** flying Last shot flow & you're looking type Bryon: iight then [Hook] TFA the squad yes: God Bless [Hook] Not a thing: y'all n***as will kiss the ring [Hook] [Verse 2] Give me all the chickenheads, a couple bottles & some reefer Gold studded up, red bottoms: print cheetah Hits like Jeter: in between the base & them chicks pop E like they cutting to the chase Entourage of the avant-garde Double R raw with the Carhartt vars Get well soon its like a Hallmark card Cause I'm: not what you're used to like the 4 door Porsche Black Panamera: see the sky through the mirror Threw on the Alexander & she went with the Vera Jacobs New Era for my n***as up in Paris Tryna wheel in that 'Rari, no cla** like Ferris They're saying Bueller had a Mueller But I'd rather have a Coogi & some frames with Medusas Big dreams but the city never sleeps So i pray for a good day & some better reef, like... [Hook] TFA the squad yes: God Bless [Hook] Not a thing: y'all n***as will kiss the ring [Hook] [Verse 3] The whole crew chopping work like it's ProTools Fresher than the produce at your local Whole Foods TFA came to show you what we go through Karl Malone packs coming through on the postal Stock with the rock, run the play like I'm supposed to Pick & roll with the ones that you close to: its so true Fresh pair of Raptors from '02 & that blue Yank fitted be the crown of a local Native to the street, weed blazing in the Jeep Clean Infrared beams: no lasers on the heat 6 blocks & you might not make it through Shout out to the World's Fair & the TFA crew Make room, young n***as bout to make moves We some stars on the low like Bape shoes But don't get it twisted Unless you finna roll up bai: we getting lifted [Hook]