Fire, Flame

Str8 Flamez Bitch

You be thinking it ain't like that till it really is
You be thinking life a game you got to get in
You can't be a quitter, best friend dead
And you can't find the killer
Got your other mans in the cell serving bids
And your best bitch bitter
It's best if you split up
Now you on the road it's getting realer
Can't knock the hustle word to Jigga
I know real pack flippers who pack niggas
Who act different who cat fishing
Only in the notes is where they gats lifting
I'm Jordan lil nigga; you Pippen
Different categories, different women
Different way of thoughts
But the difference is I'm winning
Different scenery for different linens
John Lennon vibes
I am what they say I am; man with a plan
And that's something that I can't deny
It ain't no 360 advances nigga
I need that distribution keeping it real
A lot of people jacking independent
penning them deals
I got it out the mud, backing myself
And I ask for no help for real
A co-sign won't get me nothing
if it ain't from the heart, for real
A lot of people learned to play they part
They mouth be running way too much
It's always thing to start
You can't pull me down, I'm feeling awesome
Friends I lost some, facts
money too
But ima get it back
It's in my blood; I got the keys nigga
Leeches for the breesh is in your circle
And they beasting
Hating things said in joking manners
Now you peep it
Freezing up when it's static nigga
You the weak link
And a weakling nigga

Listen I'm a fire, flame, flame
Fire flame spitter
Fire, flame nigga
Sorry things ain't the same with us
It is what it is
I ain't put you in that circumstance
You did what you did
Nigga
You did what you did
You did what you did

Listen I'm a fire flame, flame
Fire, flame spitter
fire, flame, flame
Fire, flame spitter
Fire, flame, flame
Fire flame nigga
Still that nigga
Hit you with a throwback nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm X. Thompson
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