God Flow
Yeah
Nostra
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
Whole a me dawg dem a Meech
Straight currency the money grammar weh me speak
Cut from a different cloth, leather pon the bimma seat
Gyal a ring me phone say dem wah something sweet
And me know weh dem mean
Moschino cologne couldn't say the boss green
So me drop another banger, press play then repeat
Chain de below zero couple degrees
And the fit a bun dem up, you know a me a bring the heat
Boomshakalaka
Johno say da track ya hot, so me fi build another
Mixtape a forward the bars ago hotter
Take weh the glory dem stripes and dem honor
Still a rock the Gucci, the Louis and the Prada
Still a run it up, a hustle hard make the dollars
Walk wid e terror weh you know bout stamma
Tell dem fi talk who a the real don dada
Yeah, man, tell dem fi talk up man
Who a di real mobster
Who a di real Kingpin
One Nostra
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
So me make the money, so me tun it and me flip dat
Business as usual nuh time fi nuh chit-chat (never)
Rifle a road fuck a chip glock
De ya wid the mafia a easy a kickback
Overseas dem love me style, dem know me drip hot
Star life anywhere me look dem take me picture
Nah laugh, never do nuh comedy, nuh Chris Rock
Nah laugh, never do nuh comedy, nuh
Aye, still a say di ting loud
Couple gyal a day pon the compound
Work man a work from sun up 'til the sun down
Dem never tell you me nuh play, so nuh fuck round
Drop a new bimma, so me chip it wid a neat sound
Two-tone Rolex the face haffi buss down
Cold up me never do dat mobster de top floor
Manifest me sound and me tun it inna God flow
Nostra
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
Whole a me dawg dem a Meech
Straight currency the money grammar weh me speak
Cut from a different cloth, leather pon the bimma seat
Gyal a ring me phone say dem wah something sweet
And me know weh dem mean
Moschino cologne couldn't say the boss green
So me drop another banger, press play then repeat
Chain de below zero couple degrees
And the fit a bun dem up, you know a me a bring the heat
Boomshakalaka
Johno say da track ya hot, so me fi build another
Mixtape a forward the bars ago hotter
Take weh the glory dem stripes and dem honor
Still a rock the Gucci, the Louis and the Prada
Still a run it up, a hustle hard make the dollars
Walk wid e terror weh you know bout stamma
Tell dem fi talk who a the real don dada
Yeah, man, tell dem fi talk up man
Who a di real mobster
Who a di real Kingpin
One Nostra
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
How dem a gwaan like me nah dweet
True me nuh hype and me nah speak
Benz pon the road wid a barbie
Everyday me up a hustle hard
You know me cya sleep
So me make the money, so me tun it and me flip dat
Business as usual nuh time fi nuh chit-chat (never)
Rifle a road fuck a chip glock
De ya wid the mafia a easy a kickback
Overseas dem love me style, dem know me drip hot
Star life anywhere me look dem take me picture
Nah laugh, never do nuh comedy, nuh Chris Rock
Nah laugh, never do nuh comedy, nuh
Aye, still a say di ting loud
Couple gyal a day pon the compound
Work man a work from sun up 'til the sun down
Dem never tell you me nuh play, so nuh fuck round
Drop a new bimma, so me chip it wid a neat sound
Two-tone Rolex the face haffi buss down
Cold up me never do dat mobster de top floor
Manifest me sound and me tun it inna God flow
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Writer(s): Levar Blair
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