J Love - G.O.D. lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Queens spitter, well-known Supreme figure My n***as drink Henny til it shrivels up they liver Deliver, my heart could make a fresh flame shiver Floating on a track like a biscuit in a river Live n***a, never consider getting a sliver I used to sell grams to make the fiends' hands quiver But now I spit raps to make my pockets get bigger We used to rock Colombian suits with Hilfiger Nautica, bubbles on Jansports with damn shorts I was right there on the Ave, ready to stab Deadliest jab; every block, catching a tab