Toast To The Gods Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, it's Flee, huh, uh

Morgan Fleeman, nigga, you know the vibes

you heard

Ha, yeah

The Flee Lord, back with something so immaculate

Flow's always passionate, got

the dope, you can package it

They throw your shit on, homie, yeah, we just trashin' it

To tell the truth, my nigga, that's an embarrassment Yeah, they throwin' shots, but all them shits

anonymous

There ain't no name up on that bullet, we don't acknowledge it

Pull up a chair, we could have a seat and politic

And get to the bag, even though we polar opposites

My man's T called me up and said, it's yo time

The doctor sent some beats, and I was like

it's showtime

More fiyah, kill these niggas with some more rhymes

Stand my ground, and protect my homes like the o-line

Yeah, I keep a new jack like Nino, watch out for suckas

They be out of blood like mosquitoes, it's Flee though

Got them fiends scratchin' like it's Premo

But this shit is good for your skin like aveeno

Yeah switching on the gang man, that's a bitch move

The streets dirty, turned my heart into a igloo

But did you, think to pick the phone up and check in

Deep down in the trenches where they left in

Man, I swear it would've turned, y'all insane quick

But I climbed up out that bitch like it was Bane's pit

A buck forty on the dash, ain't feel the lane switch

Makes sense, we could get the paper and just take trips

Yeah, flexin' like a nigga left the gym or something

That's why my mentality is either win or nothing

You either eat or starve

Yeah, flee's on his job

Lift your glass high, and give a toast to the Gods

Flee