Blk Boy on Fire
You see me I eat sleep shit and talk trap
You hear da words on da beat dat you hearin I thought dat
I got some melanin but yall keep callin it black
Yall can keep waitin on jesus christ to be brought back
My thoughts automatic you cant attack it
Its like it actually became a habit, I kept at it, step at it
You'll get stepped on where the fuck you stepped at
Youll wake up in the morning with no clue on where you slept at
I'll kill ya dad then later on kill ya stepdad
Try to go against me that'll only make yaself mad
I got some words that kill I cant help that
I'll send ya ass to hell den bring ya ass back
I gotta cutie pie inside da louie knapsack so if a naga shoot at me I gotta clapback
As you can see, Cedric price is bringing rap back
If 12 lock me up, watch how quick I bring my trap back
It never fails these nagas is tellin tales
Since they say they big dogs we cuttin off negus tails
Hell these negus frail, hustlin ass naga I can sell
Salt to a snail, water to a whale, ima give em hell
Ima give em hell minus well
Jackpot, black glock, ski mask, big racks
Get back, snapchat, if you keep flexxin naga
We gone come and snatch dat
You gone have to call the police to get yo strap back
We attack, on sight, yall are all bark, no bite
Real street naga, naga I be out at night
I dont neva go in when da street lights on naga
This is my zone, Ima cascade zone 4 atl zoe
Type of naga and I'm always gone rep my home
Ima Indiana livin ass naga in da corn wit da
Motherfuckin scarecrows negus we aint scared
We aint, neva eva eva scared hell nawl boy
We can fuckin take it dere homie
Open up yo first eye, the ones you think
Yo first and second, yo second and third
You in da trap and you trapped in ya mind boy
You could make something out of nothing and manifest words
Like you working for Tyson do you handle dem birds
You aint a chef but you can cook and you keep lots of herbs
You not an adjective you'd rather be a walking verb
You gotta lot of nerves though you never had patience
You not a doctor or a nurse you never had patients
You never speak to the police because you too gangsta
And if somebody ever beefing wit yo family
Do they not know that going against you is so insanity
You damaging eveything, yo homie got some families
And some felonies, and he been slanging inside the trap since he was 17
His momma got arrested for being high off da ecstasy
He was slanging dope when dat naga was in elementary
The police get behind me I tell em to fall back
If I aint a blk boy then what do you call dat
My ex bitch callin I tell her to call back
She a ex bitch tell her to get off my ballsack
Its da blk boy, da blk boy not for hire
Da blk boy, da blk boy I'm on fire
Da blk boy, da blk boy not for hire
I'm priceless I'm priceless I'm way higher
Is it a bird or a plane, nope it's me
I'm high, I'm high inside the sky, boy you see
Look up, I'm up here, You down there, you low
(You low, you low, you low, you low)
Bruce Leroy flow, I glow
(I glow I glow I glow Im like water)
You shit you piss, Its silver its gold
(Its gold its gold its gold) ay uh
I'm lit, I'm lit, no lighter no stove
You hear da words on da beat dat you hearin I thought dat
I got some melanin but yall keep callin it black
Yall can keep waitin on jesus christ to be brought back
My thoughts automatic you cant attack it
Its like it actually became a habit, I kept at it, step at it
You'll get stepped on where the fuck you stepped at
Youll wake up in the morning with no clue on where you slept at
I'll kill ya dad then later on kill ya stepdad
Try to go against me that'll only make yaself mad
I got some words that kill I cant help that
I'll send ya ass to hell den bring ya ass back
I gotta cutie pie inside da louie knapsack so if a naga shoot at me I gotta clapback
As you can see, Cedric price is bringing rap back
If 12 lock me up, watch how quick I bring my trap back
It never fails these nagas is tellin tales
Since they say they big dogs we cuttin off negus tails
Hell these negus frail, hustlin ass naga I can sell
Salt to a snail, water to a whale, ima give em hell
Ima give em hell minus well
Jackpot, black glock, ski mask, big racks
Get back, snapchat, if you keep flexxin naga
We gone come and snatch dat
You gone have to call the police to get yo strap back
We attack, on sight, yall are all bark, no bite
Real street naga, naga I be out at night
I dont neva go in when da street lights on naga
This is my zone, Ima cascade zone 4 atl zoe
Type of naga and I'm always gone rep my home
Ima Indiana livin ass naga in da corn wit da
Motherfuckin scarecrows negus we aint scared
We aint, neva eva eva scared hell nawl boy
We can fuckin take it dere homie
Open up yo first eye, the ones you think
Yo first and second, yo second and third
You in da trap and you trapped in ya mind boy
You could make something out of nothing and manifest words
Like you working for Tyson do you handle dem birds
You aint a chef but you can cook and you keep lots of herbs
You not an adjective you'd rather be a walking verb
You gotta lot of nerves though you never had patience
You not a doctor or a nurse you never had patients
You never speak to the police because you too gangsta
And if somebody ever beefing wit yo family
Do they not know that going against you is so insanity
You damaging eveything, yo homie got some families
And some felonies, and he been slanging inside the trap since he was 17
His momma got arrested for being high off da ecstasy
He was slanging dope when dat naga was in elementary
The police get behind me I tell em to fall back
If I aint a blk boy then what do you call dat
My ex bitch callin I tell her to call back
She a ex bitch tell her to get off my ballsack
Its da blk boy, da blk boy not for hire
Da blk boy, da blk boy I'm on fire
Da blk boy, da blk boy not for hire
I'm priceless I'm priceless I'm way higher
Is it a bird or a plane, nope it's me
I'm high, I'm high inside the sky, boy you see
Look up, I'm up here, You down there, you low
(You low, you low, you low, you low)
Bruce Leroy flow, I glow
(I glow I glow I glow Im like water)
You shit you piss, Its silver its gold
(Its gold its gold its gold) ay uh
I'm lit, I'm lit, no lighter no stove
Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Price Jr
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