Toast To The Gods Video (MV)

Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, it's Flee, huh, uh
Morgan Fleeman, nigga, you know the vibes
You heard
Ha, yeah
The Flee Lord, back with something so immaculate
Flow's always passionate, got
The dope, you can package it
They throw your shit on, homie, yeah, we just trashin' it
To tell the truth, my nigga, that's an embarrassment Yeah, they throwin' shots, but all them shits
Anonymous
There ain't no name up on that bullet, we don't acknowledge it
Pull up a chair, we could have a seat and politic
And get to the bag, even though we polar opposites
My man's T called me up and said, it's yo time
The doctor sent some beats, and I was like
It's showtime
More fiyah, kill these niggas with some more rhymes
Stand my ground, and protect my homes like the o-line
Yeah, I keep a new jack like Nino, watch out for suckas
They be out of blood like mosquitoes, it's Flee though
Got them fiends scratchin' like it's Premo
But this shit is good for your skin like aveeno
Yeah switching on the gang man, that's a bitch move
The streets dirty, turned my heart into a igloo
But did you, think to pick the phone up and check in
Deep down in the trenches where they left in
Man, I swear it would've turned, y'all insane quick
But I climbed up out that bitch like it was Bane's pit
A buck forty on the dash, ain't feel the lane switch
Makes sense, we could get the paper and just take trips
Yeah, flexin' like a nigga left the gym or something
That's why my mentality is either win or nothing
You either eat or starve
Yeah, flee's on his job
Lift your glass high, and give a toast to the Gods
Flee