[Intro: Flee Lord]
Yeah
Yo, Spesh, what's good, lord?
Loyalty & Trust, 2, uh
Lord lord

[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
My shorty playin' jump rope, my doggies they gon' dump coke
Summertime hoodie on, I'm 'bout to catch a sunstroke (Sheesh)
12 in the cut, makin' sales, n***a, what
They gon' try to knock me, I can make my bail off of dust (Off of dust)
Lord tourin' Five Boroughs, Lordy, I'mma die thorough
4AM, come the cop, auntie, I'm like, "Hi, hello" (What up?)
Bass and some ends, like a studio session (Uh-huh)
My shooters already oozed before you move for your weapon (Brrr)
Runnin' with the dragons, I'm a cold headed clique
Touch me, it get bad like a bow-legged bitch (Woo)
If you rеally gettin' bread, let mе hold seven bricks
Break it down, into dimes, need a whole about a strip (Up the rocks)
Whippin' in my apron, fruit?, kitchen; that's my favorite room (Whip, whip)
Cake and soup, every time I chip a piece the table move
Yeah, yeah, whip (Huh? Hold that shit down, manny)
I said every time I chip a piece, lord, the table move (Huh? Woo)

[Chorus: Flee Lord x2]
Lord & the God, yeah, we been on our job (Uh-huh)
From the exit to the Rock, yeah, we linkin' up the mob (Fuck them n***as talkin' 'bout!)
We ride with no bust, the grind is a must (Brr)
We gon' build an empire off Loyalty & Trust, uh (Brr)
[Verse 2: Fred the Godson]
IT'S GORDO!
Uh, uh, yeah
When I rhyme they applaud but sometimes I been bored
So I had them sellin' lines out a Honda Accord (Uh-huh)
Had them wavin' arms like E. Honda out a Ford (Uh)
Some contract killers I can't afford (Nah)
I give 'em 12 hundreds (12 hundreds)
The D's must not like pasta, they pickin' out shells from it (Right)
You think your man a don? I can tell a whole snitch
When he get a shell in his back; Donatello (Woo)
But if it's for Flee, god, then it's free, God (Back off me)
We all trust each other, that's how it be, God (Trust)
I'm just a spokesperson (Right)
Huh, live by the knife and the gun, guns will give you both versions (Hm)
Hop out a Coupe, MAC-10 dumpin'
Squeeze the Orange Juice Simpson somethin', please (Heh)
Heh, Flee with the fire (uh-huh), Spesh on the beat
And Gordo, you can't forget about me (Huh)

[Chorus: Flee Lord x2]
Lord & the God, yeah, we been on our job
From the exit to the Rock, yeah, we linkin' up the mob
We ride with no bust, the grind is a must
We gon' build an empire off Loyalty & Trust, uh