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Fenix

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I'm gonna smoke crack with the bums down at the boardwalk
Until I'm dead, unless you deliver me fuckin' Fenix
Get to work, Nicky, or anybody that wants to help
I want Fenix

City on fire
Temp goin' up
Screechin' the tires
Revvin' it up

Speak on the boy
We sendin' it up
You ready or what
You ready or what

You ready, or
Ayy, the way that I'm map this shit out, hoe
I feel like Magellan, I could've been felon
Shoutout my lawyer and Tracy, they saved me

I would've did seven
I would've never linked Eddy and flew out of Staten, shit
By the time I got out, man, I would've quit rappin', shit
The system so fucked that according to stats, man

I would've went back in, damn
I can't lose it all, hoe
It's time to go legit
They keep playin' games, so I had to go to Twitch

Shoutout to Z, cause he booked me that flight
Ain't even blink when he looked at that price
I just made Salsa go crazy in person
That means that I'm cookin' it right, shit

I know that I'm him
My money's still tighter than clothes that's on Kim
My bills gettin' bigger and I still deliver
I still got a sliver of gold in my pen

I ain't never fake in a rap
The boy got it bumpin' like the bass in the trap
Hand on the face, bitch, I'm makin' a slap
And I'm takin' a lap while you takin' a nap

City on fire
Temp goin' up
Screechin' the tires
Revvin' it up

Speak on the boy
We sendin' it up
You ready or what
You ready or what

City on fire
Temp goin' up
Screechin' the tires
Revvin' it up

Speak on the boy
We sendin' it up
You ready or what
You ready or what

You ready or
Back in my high school days
Dreamed of them venues I might could play
Thought I could sign to The Roc

I would get hot, then I could write with Jay
But no, thought it was jokes
Till I bagged the work up and bought 'em that dope
Was writin' for rappers that wouldn't be snappin

If they hadn't bought 'em some quotes
Let's lock and unload, killin' the beat boy, it's open
casket make him pay Fe, boy, they overdrafted
Boy, I been snappin' like broken glasses

Thought I was dead, but I rose from ashes
Whoa, you scared of the boy
I get this shit crackin' like tearin' a voice
Me versus you ain't comparin' the choice

I hand 'em raw raps, hoe we sharin' a joint
Woah, I bet you mad as shit
If it's beef, I got the cattle list
Know what the pattern is

Don't get it twisted, cause I can unravel it
I don't mean cake, but I got the badder, bitch
Damn, what's the matter, bitch? Thought he was Top Gun
And found out I'm maverick, give you the same hands

I'm climbin' this ladder with gone
City on fire, temp goin up
Screechin' the tops
Revvin' it up

Speak on the boy
We sendin' it up
You ready or what
You ready or what

City on fire
Temp goin up
Screechin' the tops
Revvin' it up

Speak on the boy
We sendin' it up
You ready or what
You ready or what

You ready or
You ready or

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