6000
By Street Cries
The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
He grow up in the south where its all about rims on cars living like a super star
No matter who you are gold around the neck d boys get mad respect
No cash equals mad reject even run throughs want a check Nevertheless out for best of the best is the concept that controls the steps
Plans to put grands in hands is the process
His first piece release power of the beast
Henissee and shake joints equals flesh feast
Profits from hardware in pocket gave him gold teeth
Jealously streets slow cooking roast beef
Summer heat got fat booties with tats on cheek
Relaxed on the ninth floor king size suite
Thick women he adored you can tell by sounds of da head board
The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Next day she was dropped off headed his own way to get paid no matter what popped off not understanding true cost
Land of the lost laid back in a maybach curtains closed Rick Ross
The opposite of humble feeling so fresh and wonderful
Unaware his world about to crumble stumble selling packs by bundles
On a fast track to loose it all in a fumble like his old man that died in a rumble
But he felt he had the upper hand as he glanced at his muzzle His goonze on standby waiting in a huddle violate get muffled
Thinking to himself Iam too pretty for a tussle
The flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Now at the end of the day he put his heat away walking to his house two feet away
Ready to play with shorty from the other day
She opens the door dressed in lingerie see through ex ray next move bedroom blunts and tanqueray now he's drunk starting to sway
She puts a burner in his face what's the number to the safe
He reacts with a back hand slap they both fall on the mattress As she yhells like a actress
Wrestling for the nine thoughts go through his mind
Picturing a accident he left behind shortys mom and him use to grind last he knew she was doing time
A light came on this shorty is mine at the same time she cocked back the hammer squeez the nine
The flesh is like feed me feed when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
Flesh is like feed me feed me when you follow this world that's when things get greeze
