Waka Flocka Flame - Knowledge God lyrics

(feat. Macon Hamilton) [Intro: Raekwon] Yo, why's my n***as always yellin that broke sh**? Lets get this money son, now you wanna smoke sh** Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah What's todays mathematics, son? Knowledge god [Verse 1: Waka Flocka] My flow, why ya girl the controllin' type I pull a plan to get her now All my n***as eating, shooting at hatas Police bob an weave 'em If you ain't on this side sh** I hate it for 'em Wouldn't wanna Be them barrel breathing Beat em like Ali [?] Rotation and scholar So that's chosen glasgow Came a long way from that gla** bowl a**hole, big diamond rings on my pinky Like I won the superbowl O my flow is on another level Backhanded devil Then I Picked up a shovel Insane in the membrane is what the doctor labled me Get knocked off like the Kennedy's At the top eventually You be sittin' mothaf**a Never been a runna' or a ducka' s**a, not me Brick Squad Monopoly Handguns shotguns choppas copy When you cross the line manslaughter no apologies Shouldn't catch the beastly Why they wanna start with me An army was behind me Physically or psychologically I ain't rapping f** that I just air out the beats I ain't rapping f** that I just air out the beats {Verse 2: Macon Hamilton} Uhh I appreciate the fame Lames riding my lane sneak dissin Boosie mang Better pay attention or [?] to pay your tuituion Disrespect me for the gain and can't tell like rain 6 4 nintendo I don't play no games No face be facing me I'm razor rogain I can make a new dude older for the low man sane