Flee Lord, Conway The Machine - All for the Goat lyrics

In the name of Prodigy (Prodigy, Prodigy)
In the name of Prodigy (Prodigy, Prodigy)
Yeah, let's go Hav lemme drum (Lord, Lord)

These horns made for champions
We gon' weigh them yams again
Blowin' on that gas
Make 'em yawn like a Ambien
Sleep for the rich
(rich) , I don't rest 'til I eat
I could drop every week, Lord
I don't miss a beat (uh uh)
Knees bent at heaven's gate
Repent from sellin' weight
I'ma say a prayer for them
Niggas that be tellin' Jake
Fuck a rat, fuck a cop, fuck a ho, fuck a opp
I don't fuck with nobody if
They not with the Mobb cops readin' lips
(lips) , they started usin' sign languagе
Now we seein' chips
(chips) , they tryna throw some timе at us
RIP Bandana, for Prodigy we stand up
They trackin' all my movements (movements)
And follow me with cameras (cameras)
Hav gave the blessing, nigga
Cash paid the session we started Lord Mobb
That's the last days of stressin'
Big gas in the leaf, thick ass in the sheets
Fuck your whip
We blowin' zips and flick the
Ash on your seats motherfucker (skrrr)
Ah, uh fuck your whip
We blowin' zips and flick the
Ash on your seats
(Crack that motherfuckin' window, woe)
Ha ha haha, let's go Con! Aye!

Look, I don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout
(I don't wanna hear that shit, nigga)
How your gun work
You ain't never air nothin' out
(You know you pussy)
You ain't never have to up
It and clear nothin' out (C'mon, man)
Pop the nigga in his stomach
It'll tear somethin' out, like
(boom boom boom boom)
Intestine or kidneys, be wettin' those semis
Leave you a vegetable, my
Gun game is exceptional, really
(my gun go off, nigga)
Peace to Shooter and V and
The rest of those Billies
(what up my niggas?) when we catch 'em
We gon' leave the nigga stretched
We gon' grill him (brrr) free Ab, free Mula
I was thinkin' bout the homies when
I just was in Philly (free the guys)
Did a show and got a 'Bach
And I collect it with Benny (uh huh)
I just got my bitch the
Red and white peppermint Bentley (woo)
How could you ever offend me, nigga?
(Ha ha ha)
I'll smack up your son, spit on your daughter
I don't respect none of you niggas
You a bitch like your father
(you a bitch, nigga)
That's why the streets love my shit
I go harder (uh huh)
Got the V12 Benz
I'm 'bout to shit on that Charger (vroom)
Pussy