Flesh

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 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 Dboys get mad respect 
No cash mad reject run throughs want a check
Nevertheless out for best is the concept that controls the steps
Plans for 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 tats on cheek 
Relaxed ninth floor king size suite
Thick women he adored 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 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 in a maybach curtains closed Rick Ross 
The opposite of humble so fresh and wonderful
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
He felt he had the upper hand glancing at his muzzle 
His goonze 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  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 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 a back hand slap they both fall on the mattress
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  things get greeze

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