Eto & Flee Lord Roc Connection Lyrics

[Intro: Flee Lord]
Okay Trippz Lord

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Yo Eto, let me talk my shit

[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
Smooth like the strings on a violin
When you got it up 2, I was buying 10
Take it out the package, let it fry again
Me and my homies treat the kitchen like a lion's den
Slow flow, but the money fast
Hundred cash and the chopper on your hungry ass
We came to sting, we ain't come to flash
Back in the day, we used to sling, we ain't go to class
Me and Eto rockwilder, people watch, p*ssy
We're trying to see the world, you can keep the block
Stove like the girl, I just keep her hot
Flee, I want the guap, lord, you could keep the pot
I'm in the Wrangler with the snub 8
We love hate, 40 [?] for the club dates
Don't get your mug ate for a drug case
A circle in in block, wall where my plug place

[Verse 2: Eto]
They let the lions out the den, 10 sleeves, [?]
I wear it all month, streets broke my heart once
Back when I was shorty snot nose, I had tall pumps
I don't even deal with them now, gave them the God's son
Huh, make sure tradition is carried
'Cause they ain't living sincerely, get them hip to the theory
Caught up in all types of jams, sentences vary
And y'all can all bite the hand 'til it get scary Hear me, I send blessings to the less fortune
The only healer is extortion
Fam said he in the game 'til the feds torch him
I disagree, told him, “sit with me and stretch fortunes”
I still play checkers too
I still play that street wars, that Tekken, ooh
Rocamerikkka, Flee Lord, Special too
When it's time to pay my debt, I'm through

[Verse 3: 38 Spesh]
I think about the days I was poor
Just spend a thousand dollars in Colorado inside the chronic store
Tom Ford designer drawers
My whole crew arrived in suit and ties, we look like the commodores
I've seen all kind of wars
But I survived them all, seen niggas die or go behind the wall
Why you think I get acknowledged more
I sold drugs on the campus in every state, that's a college tour
Your gun older than a dinosaur
You ain't shot it off in 10 years, y'all married by common law
The drought came, it's time to score
I've done tried it all, sold niggas drywall and Tylenol
Watch out, them boys Tom and Jerry
It's kind of scary how the niggas get locked and turn Tyler Perry
Extended clip every time I carry
Million cash, got it buried just in case I need commissary
Trust