(feat. Royal Flush, Rah Fese)



[Chorus: Godfather]

I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street

I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street

I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street

I-I think like, eat like, sleep like street



[Godfather a/k/a G.O.D.]

Forgive me for thinkin this way in a foul state

Live bay niggas try hard to escape

Grab a taste, get blown 40 gate with this

Infamous, murderous shit, the click leave gashes

Up in this hard life style, similar to nun wild thuns with guns

They bop to a silent beat, walk thru the slums at night

Fully on point, animal instinct, ya lids blink

Eyes shrink leary of my hood mentality

I think like, eat like, sleep like street

We battle with the beats till the cypher complete

And, never the lessly, true tales come beneath P, peep this

Petty dime niggas grow up to be rich

Had the time to flip

To the end we survive this, born with the liveness

Asylus, some godness to be



[Royal Flush]

All I wanna do is eatin it right, hold guns, fist fight

Coke out at low price, runnin thru the red light

Blast that blue and white, smoke dro wherever I like

Car, mansions and bikes, shorties givin head right

Pussy off the website, hundred thou on the pitfight

With street palmers, six packs and two shotties

Still hustle where I caught bodies, the black Gotti

Queens I'm in the biz, Dirty South in the Caddy

Lovin my life, fuck it if it's wrong or right

Cocaine music, make ya sniff it all night

Coast to coast flight, ATL a brick on my white

Runnin from Vice, without a deal I still rock mics

While I separate the real from ya clown type

Bash you with chrome pipes, never been to jail or been sliced

Platinum under ice, stand in the dark and make light

You said you heard my rhyme? We gonna have to fight

Cuz I just made the muthafucka up last night



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[Rah Fese a/k/a Hafice]

Yo Allah forgive me, for my life beein so shifty

Cuttin up fifties, bleed heat, and I try to see a nigga stick me

The God be warfare, that left ya back twisted

Packin that black biscuit, and get you ya cap twisted

Words from all, my elders told me, want my batchers only at towns

Remember words that my Grandma once told me

Don't disregard the Bible, cuz it's all about survival

And even I know Pharoah, will never find out where I hid the hydro

Undercover still tryin to play hero, gettin chased for DeNiro

Have ya heart below zero

Cuz the hustle's a hastle, Pharoah will cut thru ya castle

And try to bust you or bash you over a couple of capsules

Times a rival, touchin my piece like a thief

Cuz seven of soldiers in ghetto warfare found deceased



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