Paroles God flow Doe B

God flow

(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
Feeling like Ace Briggy when he first quit the cleaners
Almost shot the world, Mohamed Ali
I’m back stabbing ass, caring ass niggas tryna team up
Back watching my nigga because I’m watching for niggas
Who wanna stop me my nigga but trust me I’mma get richer
By any means, like macking with that thing in that picture
Man ringing like a iPhone, niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas at me to the streets
I can’t believe niggas, believe niggas
But you could check my background
Yea, I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
And you lil niggas, 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 shit, they think I’m all that now
Niggas halling this shit back to me, all on call… worse
Yea, and these is words of a real nigga
No matter where, hey you a Dolce got a deal with it
And how I feel is how I feel, there’s no feel niggas
Cos fake niggas paralyzed, real niggas
Back when I was little loved to idolize real niggas
And see how much it says really do kill niggas
They ain’t gon feel you til they kill you
I’m trapafied, dead or alive – one of the realest

Just the ordinary life of a G
I can’t believe these niggas want stripes off of me
Niggas I grew up with, I can’t even fuck with
They can’t look you in the eyes, then that nigga suspect
That’s the reason I can’t trust shit
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 grass
Niggas I give my last, they don’t even wanna see me last
Take the good with the bad but damn this shit 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 motherfuckin biscuit town
Yall can keep all that bullshit, just don’t forget the crown

King shit

(Outro)
Doe B
DJ Scream, nigga
Baby Jesus for the streets