God Wit The Flow (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Aasim & Jae Millz] Yo, Aasim, what up, man? What up, nigga? They gon' mad at you fo' this one Yes sir, uh It's one of—what? Uh, remix That's right You know what it is (God Wit The Flow niggas) Haha, MH, most hated, Harlem, let's go, man, yeah (Jae Millz, Aasim, Harlem, Queens, let's go, come on!) [Verse 1: Jae Millz] Who else could it be spittin' the ghettoest raw? Got plans on bringin' back the hood in 2004 All of that oscillates the remix and that awesome moor Stepped in the booth, adjusted the mic and straight one off Harlem, be what I'm screamin' when I go to war Fresh off the plane, posted up in front of the corner store Twenties and up is what we piss offs and we dump 'em all Fuck clippin', we smoke 'til we choke or we slump and fall [Interlude: Aasim] Yo, Aasim, young God God Wit The Flow, let's go with it Come on! [Verse 2: Aasim] Uh, my language is broken like trick of the gamble The amateurs couldn't imagine the wrath of a rap savage The act of a rap scavenger to copy the paragraphs of a Great rap damager, Aasim, the great rap battler, Jae Millz The great rap talent in two to balance the weight Of the heaviest mind state The crime rate will increase, niggas bodyin' tracks All these apes in the jungle of rap, now top that, nigga [Interlude: Aasim & Jae Millz] Yeah, this should've been happened, man (Dog, woo) Jae Millz, man, Aasim, God Wit The Flow, let's go (Let's go, man, yeah) [Verse 3: Jae Millz] Ayo pass me a Philly, I need the road 'Cause I know I'ma wanna burn after passin' my area Ask that you hear me or if not, pass you a series of shots From the Mag-a-num clearly you rappers is weary I do three freestyles a night and sometimes four Plus two bangers along with that So if I really wanted to be greezy every three weeks I could drop a mixtape and a album, easily [Interlude: Aasim & Jae Millz] Woo, 'ight that's where we at, I see that, nigga Believe me, ha, yo Aas', let me switch it up real quick on 'em, man Go 'head, nigga, switch it up [Verse 4: Jae Millz] Huh, haters is talkin' and walkin', man, cause I'm movin' What I say is what I'm doin' and I'm continuously provin' No longer and dreamin' and hopin' now I'm pursuin' And I'm still on that shit like whatever I'll run through 'em Put 'em up, I shut put 'em down, half a round, and shut 'em up Aas', 'pect no prob' after the round just fuck 'em up That ain't enough, then aim and let a pound just touch 'em up And it's rest in pieces after he hear that pound clutch and buck, what? [Interlude: Aasim] Alright, let's end this chapter right here God Wit The Flow, we gon' close out like this niggas Aasim! [Verse 5: Aasim] Hustle is poetry, motions'll lose in sanity Papers are deadly bases, baseheads control salaries Imagine me gradually staggerin' out of the bar A couple mo' crack sales, just a few more robberies And probably, honestly, I'd be a father or husband Or somethin' that'll keep Aas' out of the drama I'm a survivor, mama raise son a warrior Not a cadaver Aas' is liver than all of you with the Balls to just walk down anybody's corridor Lookin' at 'em with hate, spite, and the tasteful war in my heart I'm a soldier bolder than most so called killers Whether I'm lickin' up a soap of niggas In my optical, you could read the thug life chronicles Every chapters volatile, every story'll boggle you I make mockeries out of everything that you try to do Spectacle niggas, I ain't respectin' you niggas I'm a veteran better than many prescripted medicine Aas' my name spells "legendary" in any letter in A to X a-gin, comma slash you faster than Mexicans I'll put a hex on 'em and leave 'em bleedin' from my exodus [Outro: Aasim] Yeah, yeah, Grind Music, laugh now, cry later Topline, with Jae Millz, yeah God Wit The Flow