Eastern Road Flow

Yea
God flow sh** is on lock,
Bout to take the Ville to the top,
Promise homie we ain't gonna drop
N***a think he gangster till he shot,
Father told me stay on your grind
Gotta feed my brothers and sisters on time,
This is real life man, my soul is on the line
This is Gods plan man, I say it all the time

Back then a n***a was broke,
Every song had to be dope,
Took a pen and pad then I wrote
Bout me and rough times in the hood,
Now the pay a n***a for a show,
My n****s blow a K just for show
I ain't f***in' around with my dough,
Had to let this gold diggers know

God flow sh** is on lock,
Bout to take the Ville to the top,
Promise homie we ain't gonna drop
N***a think he gangster till he shot,
Father told me stay on your grind
Gotta feed my brothers and sisters on time,
This is real life man, my soul is on the line
This is Gods plan man, I say it all the time

Ville side man it's never right,
Kill your own brother for his ice,
That's the typa of sh** I don't like
That's the typa of sh** I don't f***s with,
Tattered from his face to his toe
Sippin' lean poppin' all these percs,
Everybody wanna be dope,
Every teen wanna do dope nah,
Shakur is back on the beat,
They ain't gon respect me,
Till a n***a make a mill
Home cooked meal
Flip the beef on the grill,
I aint takin' sh**
I'll be waitin' on my deal huh.
Ironic how I got 'em all shook huh,
LeBron sh** turnin' 23 huh.
All my n****s gotta f***in' eat huh,
I put my lovin' soul in this sh** gone

God flow sh** is on lock,
Bout to take the Ville to the top,
Promise homie we ain't gonna drop
N***a think he gangster till he shot,
Father told me stay on your grind
Gotta feed my brothers and sisters on time,
This is real life man, my soul is on the line
This is Gods plan man, I say it all the time



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Writer(s): Kataila Siyangwe
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