Flow Gods

[Intro: Meyhem Lauren] Yeah, yeah Uhh A-K-A Laurenovicci [Verse 1: Meyhem Laruen] Shake the dead weight and elevate Money can seldom wait Sling perico complicates and then we celebrate Basically the way that I move, systematically Copper tops pop at your top and stop your battery, anatomy Covered in fly shit, my pedigree Any nobody fallin' off, Lord, my nigga let it be I rep for niggas pushing sevens, holdin' hammers You worried about the beef, I’m worried about the cameras Cash only, no reservations Gotta lack of patience when we dealin' with the patients 24 carat gold, margaritas, that Versace Power-moves, always get smooth, you couldn't stop me [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] Yo, I was turnin' Benjamins before you heard the riches I was Big Percy pimpin’ with the curvy bitches I was in the dirty picture, nigga, dirty pissin’ Mink coat, furry mittens with the blurry wristses That bitch hurry with the chicken, catch a flurry, slippin' Luciano lifestyle flick with the Persian kitten Shook bit this nigga, blonde bitch slurpin' dickin’ Dead man tell no tales, never heard a witness Pistol from the hip make em’ give it Hershey Kisses Make that black hearse get driven, givin' murder missions Try your luck, baby, trigger finger, nervous itchin’ Double shots, no rocks, I let it burn the system [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Yo, Kane train murder for hire, bitch, I should buy some ass Hit a lick with buddy and left em’, I couldn’t divide the cash My only baby mama D-M'in' me to supply the ass I leave a bitch on red like she outta’ gas I leave the bitch on dead like a Duracell Season up that chicken finger, lickin’ if you cook it well I just dropped a flocka, 50 blocks and that crew Riverdale Christmas '99, I got some soda and some fish scale Mix yayo Fuck jail, I don’t sit well Strictly business, I keep a yellow bitch when in Tisdale Package laying open, put the dope inside it, like intel Bitch, your life don’t matter, take that for data, like Fizdale From a Knick to a mothafuckin’ brick Walter White done touch the hood, now these creatures suckin’ dick Niggas smokin’ on synthetic weed in case you got em’ sick I’m addicted to this paper, I’m itchin’ to make a flip (It's the Kane) [Verse 4: 38 Spesh] Ay yo I’m the nigga that they call Spesh I’m known for takin' over boulevards 'cause I charge less My prices far fetched I put my own numbers on trees, like I’m tryin' to find a lost pet This a bridge you ain’t crossed yet Gimme a broad address, I get 'em sent to her doorstep I’m the one that your whore sweat But your broad got more miles on her pussy than my Corvette Had beef, some live, some die Never been shot before, but some try This how you separate the truth from the lies Bums with guns from the ones that slung pies Me? I could care less about your gun size Niggas done died from shit small as a thumb drive One robbery we left a victim untied He sat four years, corpse was sun dried Spesh!