Doe B - God Flow lyrics

(Intro) In the midst of the turmoil In the midst of the madness It was said… That the streets needed a resurrection The streets needed a new beginning So introduce to you… The savior Doe B DJ Scream in the streets (Baby Jesus!) (Verse) Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer Feeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleaners Almost shot the world, Mohamed Ali I’m back stabbing… Started out with peanuts, young street dreamer sponsored links Feeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleaners Almost shot the world, Mohamed Ali I’m back stabbing a**, caring a** n***as tryna team up Back watching my n***a because I’m watching for n***as Who wanna stop me my n***a but trust me I’mma get richer By any means, like macking with that thing in that picture Man ringing like a iPhone, n***as wanna leave me cos We been getting money, trouble turn and come your way If you play, raise my gun like my son in yo face I bust it like a nut, made me cum on yo face I go off like a bomb, think Saddam in this place A lot of n***as 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 palet in yo place And I ain’t spraying like Proactive in yo face, you n***as at me to the streets I can’t believe n***as, believe n***as But you could check my background Yea, I was gone for a minute but I’m back now And you lil n***as, summer’s over, fallback now I done fell down a couple times, fallback now Hoes ain’t used to answer for me, now they call back now I ain’t used to be sh**, they think I’m all that now n***as halling this sh** back to me, all on call… worse Yea, and these is words of a real n***a No matter where, hey you a Dolce got a deal with it And how I feel is how I feel, there’s no feel n***as Cos fake n***as paralyzed, real n***as Back when I was little loved to idolize real n***as And see how much it says really do k** n***as They ain’t gon feel you til they k** you I’m trapafied, dead or alive – one of the realest Just the ordinary life of a G I can’t believe these n***as want stripes off of me n***as I grew up with, I can’t even f** with They can’t look you in the eyes, then that n***a suspect That’s the reason I can’t trust sh** But my vision call up for this trunk fit I can see the future I can see the winners and the loser Copping Versace, I feel like medusa Snakes around my head, snakes around my bed Snakes all in the yard, gotta cut the gra** n***as I give my last, they don’t even wanna see me last Take the good with the bad but damn this sh** bad Get money, don’t get mad I said get money, don’t get married Only wife of mine just this life of crime When I started fronting with Duck I almost got fired I remember hearing shots fired in the hospital God said he thrown apart, can’t recognize I’m up nine, mane back in town 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 grow My god, we ain’t no motherf**in biscuit town Yall can keep all that bullsh**, just don’t forget the crown King sh** (Outro) Doe B DJ Scream, n***a Baby Jesus for the streets