[Lyric] Lordy Lord AV (Ibn Inglor)

[Verse 1]
Balenciaga so cold nigga
Givenchy shirts, but what its all worth?
Joy to the heart, I afford what I can, cause it's all that I got
Money and the clothes that be all on my back
And a couple real niggas, flooding the trap
With a couple real bitches like, with a couple real bitches like
Endorse my raps cause of course I'm it
These niggas talk light, I enforce, inter-course
With a bitch, give her pipe, give it right
Let her know this, Ibn nice in the night
Talk what I want cause I back what I speak
Niggas talk slick, but their actions ah be, nah
Actions ah be, niggas talk slick but no action I see

[Hook x2]
Lordy lord that boy finna' blow
Get up off my dick, get up off my shit
La Lordy Lord, that flow finna' go so far
Never show no partners go
[Bridge]
This the GawdsSpeed nigga, GawdsSpeed nigga
GawdsSpeed nigga, niggas no no they can't stop me nigga nah
It's GawdsSpeed nigga, moving at a pace but it's our speed nigga
This that GawdsSpeed nigga, this that GawdsSpeed nigga
This that GawdsSpeed nigga ahh

[Verse 2]
Balenciaga so cold nigga, Versace gold, but when it's all told
Niggas act if, they was planning my shit
Demise in they eyes, they was planning my hit
Couldn't get a spin then, now they playing my shit
That's that GawdsSpeed nigga
Take control of your world, enforce what you want, get a hold of your girl
Niggas catch feelings, hella hoes in the world
But you a ho my nigga
Mom told me you got a voice, let it voice
Let the whole world hear it little Southside nigga let's ride
Straight from the Gardens, and I rep that hard
Vain to the heart, never step back, forward
Flows never flawed, I perfect that boy cause

[Hook]

[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
Balenciaga's with the fossil fuels
This GawdsSpeed nigga finna' pack a blow
We striving to the castle with goddess gold
And this old life nigga with a lot of soul
Said this old wise nigga said a lot was told
Get them motherfuckers before gats explode
War time niggas better lock and load
Who riding with them niggas we about to go shoot
Hold me to the ground motherfuckers
Hold to the crown, I will rise when it's time
GawdsSpeed nigga, sit in line when I shine
Get along to point that crowd yelling ahhh
GawdsSpeed niggas hear the crowd yelling ahhh
Bitches hold me down to the ground level, nah
Hold me to the level that the devil could never choose
Demons and the Gawds, that's a battle we never lose
Gawd I'm about to blow
Picking another route, so these scouts can know
That I ride all alone and this path is close
Success in a cage, I'm actually close
Sing to the Lord so the pastors know
That you cling to the Lord when you 'bout to go
When the kings pull a sword to the pastors throat, God