Kanye West - New God Flow lyrics

rate me

Now hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man

But these Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman

Went from most hated to the new God flow

I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know

I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings

Uh, 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

All money, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was frontin’

God damn, we made it here from nothing

Picture worth your whole life, and it can’t cut through

That can mess up your whole life, like the 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 through

Like where did God go, in his Murcielago

Went from working McDonalds, barely paying the car note

Even got enough to get his mama a condo

People came shot him in 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 feel you Sunday service

I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane

Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame

And went to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains

In Jesus name, let the choir say

I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say

And we annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’