Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Live Free or Die (feat. Flee Lord)

I'm unstoppable with this cocky flow, I got your hoe
Slidin' for the ice like it's a hockey goal
You know me though, I ain't hittin' that
I got the top and go
She made that thing shine without the mop and glow
What's poppin' though, what's crackin loke
Learn to play, we get into it
Stack chips like I'm mix with Jewish
Man it's a brotherhood Charles Oakley, Patrick Ewing
Big Knicks but I'm talkin' units
That went for forty in the south
Fifty if that shit is butter
We got it flooded Fuck a drought
You hatin' from your mother couch
This shit gon' get my moms a crib
So I can stash it in the fridge, I know I'm sorry
On run this shitting where's the porter potty
This ain't call ahead, I need a pound, I call up Dread
Flippin' shit but ain't no mattress
I can't stop but just lost some habit
I'm a fuckin' acrobatic, and it's V12 automatic
Turnin' up, I'm goin' savage I'm battin' clean up for the statics
If I'm gonna hit his target, it won't be no open casket
Real movies get made, still Uzi's get sprayed
Pistol whip him at the club, he was Woozie midday, midday
Pistol whip him at the club, he was Woozie midday
We from Far Rockaway, I need mines
We don't got time to play, we on our grind
You up but you could die today, just thank God
You up but you could die today, just thank God
We from Far Rockaway
Fifty in the safe, the lawyer closed the case
Certified color boy, the way I hold this Drake
Andy Reid, I can control the play, all the way
My meth plug near Georgetown where the Hoyas play
If you see me in a Honda Civic, then you know I'm trappin' in it
Went to trial without a witness, that just mean mind your business
Man, y'all got all type of gimmicks, but nothin' with no paper gettin
Like how the fuck my name come up, like every time you label women
Explain it nigga, I'm a paper plate driver, you know everything lava
Sometimes I dance with the devil, cause that bitch was wearin' Prada
I'm from a dice game, shot up, homie, ace to the deuce
Up in here, I am the roots, you get shot before you shoot
Body counts like Chi-Raq, but you can make it, I'm the proof
This shit dope, we need a needle and a spoon
My team around and ain't no room
The sweatsuit be we all in, with all whites on, that's coke
I took all my losses on the chin, flick em
Real movies get made, still Uzi's get sprayed
Pistol whip him at the club, he was Woozie midday, midday
Pistol whip him at the club, he was Woozie midday
We from Far Rockaway, I need mines
We don't got time to play, we on our grind
You up but you could die today, just thank God
You up but you could die today, just thank God
We from Far Rockaway

Written by:
John Dozier

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