Lyrics:
jack
Down with Tyson, hate Anita and Clarence
Reportin' to the devil like parents
Ban rap, but still let the rock sell
Fire up the cocktail
Va-boom!
callin' fire for your cremation
Jammin' and cool, sumpthin' like you
Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like
or anyone in my clan
Touch me or anyone in my clan
Make you leave like a clown fucking turnaround fucking turnaround
I'm like Bob Dylan but I got a mission
the furniture to heat the house
That’s the type of shit I always preach about
We was fighting in the street, the price is right like Bob Barber
Argue undisputed
the game hostage like a ransom demanded by Sampson
Oh my obsession with possessions like the devils pie
We all born to Die prone to lie, be in the sky chill
have they try to resist
Rob the casino
Niggas be scared they turning albino
Robbing their ego
They getting beaten by a young bambino
These niggas will
Where entrapment lurks like a stealthy spider
In society, order is everywhere
It's either active or passive
You take or you give
The transactional system
crowds
All enthralled by the fame
I'm talking skirts
But rather verts
And suede armani shirts
Kick a verse in spurts
Dip collect my chips
Just like
Of the pencil
Don't need no ghost write
This shit is real not a stencil
Fuck all you lames
Going insane in the membrane
Just like Bane the fire rises
Head game
blast ya
Like a pastor
No religion
Only got a vision
See me fly by like a fucking pigeon
Focused on my mission
Like a secret agent
Got my snipers
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
talker no tricks
Its the funniest shit, finally the money up
And print on the kid and the planet hit skids
Livin' in a valley of flames like "I win"
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Swagger polar when I pulled up they just froze up thas a cold front
Navigatin like a soldier so it's all fire no holster
Orchestratin like I'm Mozart
Tell
on fire like matches
Lay you out like a mattress
We got palettes full of caskets
Got em' stacked up in the backwoods
Couple basket cases we're assassins
In
Feel like Juicy J when she Slobbin On My Knob Yup
Lots of different tops this time her hair in bob Yup
She said do you like it “I said baby Oh my god”
redemption like it's bob I'm spitting
Yeah I sip coffee with intention pay attention
I may have written enough for you to quit your bitchin
I beg your pardon
Gotchu Like bob and weave
Now the people they feeling It
I remember when my ex told me spit some shit
Had to just get up on the beat and just rip it quick
McCoy
I'm what you looking for right here
Have you come check it off like my Nike airs
Pull up in my whip I'm like "hi dear"
Stick shift baby put it
moving slimey
When I get my chance I just play 'em like atari
I be smoking all the dope got me feeling like Bob Marley
Bitch I'm drunk as hell casamigos
Yeah
Redboi
Watch them lil babies
Protected by the Lord
Like big man over his breakfast
Don't disrespect his
It's fire that rain down on your head
seen is rhinestones
Imitations
Yeah clones
What's it worth
If the fire doesn't shut up in my bones
Like shh
Uh
It's crystal clear now
I'm aware how
My
a follow like anything, niggas grow sour in any scene
Ain't got many hours ain't got many things
Got a lotta power, got like twenty wings, fire color flour
em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In
Cause niggas lack substance
And I lack spare time
Cookie cutter niggas come a dozen by the dime
I'm a rarity
Come sparingly
A one of one kind
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