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