Lyrics:
where the Gods go
More than mortal man with this God flow
When they beat us like Harpo
We would wonder where the Lord go
We would wonder where God go
We
where the Gods go
More than mortal man with this God flow
When they beat us like Harpo
We would wonder where the Lord go
We would wonder where God go
We
stunting everyday simply cos I can
We are on our way overseas, we have got passports
We originated this, yours is a crash course
If you want to do it like
stacks
Sixty M's later and three hunnid tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga
I pray you play by the rules
I came so close
Why these niggas hating I don’t do no playing
I feel like some bleach I pull up and I’m spraying
Blowing this loud I can’t hear what you saying
each other
Die for each other
Cry for each other
Now its like all we wanna do is say is bye to each other
I cant let this happen
I refuse to lose you
I
did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
Baby I got the bag
You know I got the drip
You know I keep that thang
Tucked up by my hip
& all you bitches talk
Look how I plead the fifth
I know
Pretend everyday like it don't even bother me
And I've been chillin' by myself so nobody can bother me
Made a promise to myself to know my worth
name like it’s AoT
Rappers hate the game cause they hate a beast
You hungry for the fame, but we came to eat
now these Titans never have a thing they can
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
pay it forward
I'm like what you want Momma imma pay for it
This for all the days we was unstable
Cause you good now
Watch me pull out
Ben Franklin
for free
Trust me, you don't wanna start with me
Leave my phone on do not disturb
Cause I hate when they call me back
Dealer got chased down there by
seamless
Don't talk
Get packed like sealers
Them man Hyde but on the net
They're speakers
Corner
Hold up
Slap this heat I ain't talking no sauna
Manage my
Now, yeah
Cause I said I want it now (Yeah, uh)
You know I want it now (Yeah, yeah)
One, two, three (Uh, yeah)
Cause I said I want it now (Uh, yeah)
currency
Must report to parole
Monday by three
We gon' get you on the books and take you on tour with me
No stress, nigga you can use my address
He said
and turn to you
Within another boo, we be shitting in front of you
[Happy P]
Man I wasn't born here but it sure feel like home
And all across
everyday don't shit
Cause where I'm at if you soft you lost
And to stay on course, you got to roll with force
My homeboy dogg is chilling in a benz
In
to hate on me I'm so delirious
You ain't want me to go to the top
Why you want me fall off don't pop
Like no cereal I'm the shit thou
Fuck what they talking
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
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