"God Flows" lyrics

R-Mean & B-Real Lyrics

"God Flows"

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It's lifting up your spirit better soak it up and hear it
I'm talking through a God flow yeah only God knows who would be among those rolling with these capos
Take it how you give it
Ain't no need to fear it
The room we fuckin' clear it if you need a fuckin' minute
Speaking through a microphone man only God knows who would be among those spitting out God flows

Only God knows who the son of God chose
Traumatized by images of PNB at Roscoe's
Rest in Power to the Gawd it's like that minute God froze
R Dash, B- Real, shout out all my Vatos
Makin' sure the glock shows every time they facing you though
They might fuck around and draw 2 like a game of Uno
Shit is crazy and it's futile homie I done paid my dues tho
I seen so much jealousy and greed you would think that they my favorite duo
Like P and Havoc
Haters starting beef and static
I don't even bother asking why the fuck it's me they mad at
Too much money made, too much weight is being trafficked
Too many women to be in panic
Too many rappers sellin' a myth
Linked with the king of Queens now my team is feeling supreme like Kenneth Mcgriff
I drink a Hennessy fifth
Hurt us I'm murkin' 'em first
Don't get caught up in the crossfire like burnin' a church
I rather pray for 'em first
God know I'm planting a seed
Cali kid but love the Big Apple like Adam Eve
R Dash Mean been the plug for cialis & weed
When that blood flow to my dick
God flows what I spit
HA!

Listen to the lyric
It's lifting up your spirit better soak it up and hear it
I'm talking through a God flow yeah only God knows who would be among those rolling with these capos
Take it how you give it
Ain't no need to fear it
The room we fuckin' clear it if you need a fuckin' minute
Speaking through a microphone man only God knows who would be among those spitting out God flows

Only God knows how to find my spirit in the mix with buncha lost souls
Fuckin' with these bitches sniffin' raw up in they nostrils
On a mission and my tunnel vision El Chapo's
See you at the cross roads
Toe taggin' rappers left em as a buncha John Doe's
You can see the nozzel big as Lady Gaga nose Mean with the God flows
Leaving dreams shattered like screens on they iPhones
HA!
These the laws we live by
I be lookin to the sky to look God in the eye
Fuck a deal we independent like the 4th of July
If you knew but didn't tell me its like sort of a lie
I'm the truth, lion hearted plus a warrior's mind
Rappers gettin' cornier I see it still I'm feeling trapped
They just robbed the homie for some packs worth 50 stacks
The beef Kobe when you live in Shaqs
Fuckin with Mean? be real
Like Sen dogg CP Hill
I'm deceased I'll
It's PTG my CV emcees revealed
The streets need me still
Ain't talking Bible when I'm saying they an easy kill
HA!

Listen to the lyric
It's lifting up your spirit better soak it up and hear it
I'm talking through a God flow yeah only God knows who would be among those rolling with these capos
Take it how you give it
Ain't no need to fear it
The room we fuckin' clear it if you need a fuckin' minute
Speaking through a microphone man only God knows who would be among those spitting out God flows


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