New God Flow

Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that body
 Come and have a good time with G.O.D
 I believe there's a god above me
 I'm just the god of everything else
 I put holes in everything else
 "New God Flow," fuck everything else
 Supreme dope dealer,
 write it in bold letters
 They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
 They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
 But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler
 I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
 A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
 I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
 Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him
 (Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
 Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us
 (But since you over do it, I'mma pour more)
 Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that body
 Come and have a good time with G.O.D
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that body
 Come and have a good time with G.O.D
 Step on their necks 'til they can't breathe
 Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
 They say death multiplies by threes
 Line them all up and let's just see
 Fuck em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
 I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
 (Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Targét
 (Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
 Im ballin', Amar'e
 A nick sold in the park then I want in
 What's a king without a crown, nigga?
 What's a circus without you clown niggas?
 What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
 When you flood and you can drown niggas?
 Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
 M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that body
 Come and have a good time with G.O.D
 Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
 But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
 Went from most hated to the champion god flow
 I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
 I'm living three dreams:
 Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's
 Cause we can't get along, no resolution
 Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
 Cars, money, girls and the clothes
 Aww man, you sold your soul
 Naww man, mad people was frontin'
 Aww man, made something from nothing
 Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
 That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
 What has the world come to, I'm from the 312
 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
 Like there the god go in his Murcielago
 From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
 He even got enough to get his mama a condo
 Then they ran up and shot him right front of his mom
 40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
 Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
 Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
 We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
 Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
 Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?
 Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
 And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
 In Jesus' name, let the choir say
 "I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
 And we annihilate anybody that violate
 Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
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 G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
 G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
 And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 I don't know but I've been told
 (I don't know but I've been told)
 If you get fresh get all the hoes
 (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
 I'm way fresher than all my foes
 (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
 Somebody please pick out they clothes
 (Somebody please pick out they clothes)
 And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
 Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!