elvy the god - lamafiamilia lyrics
[intro]
free speedy gang
free lil will, ayy (free the guys man)
free jojo (f-ck all the opps man)
[verse]
i’m in the dirty deepest part of the streets
where gun sounds be disturbing the peace
these n-ggas know that we ain’t keepin’ the peace
that smith & wesson sweep him right off his feet, hey
i’m a hitter like sonny
red tips rippin’ straight through your tummy
have the medics wrap you up like a mummy
free my goonies, we was out gettin’ money
we the mafia b-tch
and soon to come out, be the god of this sh-t
no i can’t stop with this sh-t
you can hate me all you want lil b-tch
just ’cause you say you with it
that don’t mean that you can bang with the clique
these n-ggas they not in the field
i see it in they eyes, they all counterfeit
i’m ridin’ ’round with your b-tch in the coupe
she suckin’ my d-ck like she slurpin’ on soup
she say she love me but that ain’t nothin’ new
the way you feel for me i don’t feel for you, nah
mind so cold like an icebox
me and the goonies be in the field on night watch
i pop up, aim at your dreads and your flat top
man down, that’s a murder on your block
broad day, you hear a whole lot of gunshots
you ain’t with it buddy, you soft like a gumdrop
see it in him, he ain’t finna let the gun pop
hold on, listen pay close attention
p-ssy n-gga this the family business
so you can’t hang if you ain’t handlin’ business
you better ride when it’s that time for a mission
nah we ain’t missin’, we gon’ blow out your vision
bro leave him dirty like a sink full of dishes
i’m in the cots trappin’ out of the kitchen
with thirty-three on me like i’m scottie pippen
i be skippin’ b-tches, yeah i be pimpin’
don’t be mad at your chick ’cause she be grippin’ on me
if you want a verse i need me a fee
sh-t ain’t free, yeah it be hard in these streets
i go dumb, i’m a r-t-rd on the beat
they tell me elvy you the god, i told ’em i already know
i ain’t no king but i’m takin’ over the throne
the devil tryna talk but i told him leave me alone
he keep tryna test my patience and knock me out of my zone
but he can’t, ’cause i be feelin’ myself
i feel like i’m hotter than h-ll
don’t try to offer me nothin’
i’m sorry, my soul ain’t for sale
i keep the poles too, i don’t ask for no help
come to the hood and come and see for yourself
don’t be dissin’ on me ’cause it’s bad for your health
i spit that heat up on the track ’til it melt
i was brought to this earth by myself so i’ma leave this b-tch by myself
feel like a champ, i need me a belt (money)
they know i’ma ball, they just wanna see a young n-gga fall
yeah they know i’ma ball, i’ma show these n-ggas i need it all
[outro]
i’ma show these n-ggas i need it all
elvy the god
free all the goonies man
free 6 man
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