All for the Goat Flee Lord & Havoc (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Flee Lord]
In the name of Prodigy (Prodigy, Prodigy)
In the name of Prodigy (Prodigy, Prodigy)
Yeah, let's go Hav
Lemme drum (Lord, Lord)

[Verse 1: Flee 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)
Hahahaha, let's go Con!
Aye!