Flame Up
Chess not checkers
Be ready to make any move
The feds did a sweep
But they didn't come in with no pen and broom
Used to feed the streets
But your plug ran up out of dog food cause
Fly
It's chess not checkers
Be ready to make any move
The feds did a sweep
But they ain't come through with no pen and broom
You used to feed the street
But the plug ran up out of dog food
Cause niggas gettin' indicted
And niggas gettin' to rattin'
Lil Richard
This life been a movie
No script
No actin'
No lights, camera, action
Them lights was steady flashing
Before my eyes
Everytime I coulda died
Still be askin' to myself
Like how the fuck I'm still alive
I'm steady askin' to myself when shit get real
Who gone slide
I'm steady arguing with a bitch
Who ain't worth shit
But she's fine
Would put her name on it
I mean I do that all the time
But I can't give hoes no more clout
I already gave her too much time
Wanna roll up to get high
Hit the booth and ease the pain that I got built in my insides
Mentally I'm still fucked up
I'm paranoid, and traumatized
She be sayin' I do too much
But I got too much on my mind
I be lettin' too much shit slide
But fuck it
I'm thuggish
And ruggish
To the bone
But can't no bone in me break bitch I'm too solid
I'm authentic as It get can't do no faking or no flodging
Really rapping bout my life that's the only time I'm breaking silence
It be hard to keep it private
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
Crusin' round the city
Bad bitch on the passenger
Feinin' for her head
Tryna get ate up like a scavenger
If she with me you know she's with it
She ain't fuckin' with no amatuer
You fly
(For real, for real)
Crusin' round the city
Shooter on the passenger
Feinin' for a body
One false move and he gone blam at ya
When we roll out
We gone rock it
Ain't no hidin' out
We poppin' out and slidin'
(For real, for real)
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
Be ready to make any move
The feds did a sweep
But they didn't come in with no pen and broom
Used to feed the streets
But your plug ran up out of dog food cause
Fly
It's chess not checkers
Be ready to make any move
The feds did a sweep
But they ain't come through with no pen and broom
You used to feed the street
But the plug ran up out of dog food
Cause niggas gettin' indicted
And niggas gettin' to rattin'
Lil Richard
This life been a movie
No script
No actin'
No lights, camera, action
Them lights was steady flashing
Before my eyes
Everytime I coulda died
Still be askin' to myself
Like how the fuck I'm still alive
I'm steady askin' to myself when shit get real
Who gone slide
I'm steady arguing with a bitch
Who ain't worth shit
But she's fine
Would put her name on it
I mean I do that all the time
But I can't give hoes no more clout
I already gave her too much time
Wanna roll up to get high
Hit the booth and ease the pain that I got built in my insides
Mentally I'm still fucked up
I'm paranoid, and traumatized
She be sayin' I do too much
But I got too much on my mind
I be lettin' too much shit slide
But fuck it
I'm thuggish
And ruggish
To the bone
But can't no bone in me break bitch I'm too solid
I'm authentic as It get can't do no faking or no flodging
Really rapping bout my life that's the only time I'm breaking silence
It be hard to keep it private
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
Crusin' round the city
Bad bitch on the passenger
Feinin' for her head
Tryna get ate up like a scavenger
If she with me you know she's with it
She ain't fuckin' with no amatuer
You fly
(For real, for real)
Crusin' round the city
Shooter on the passenger
Feinin' for a body
One false move and he gone blam at ya
When we roll out
We gone rock it
Ain't no hidin' out
We poppin' out and slidin'
(For real, for real)
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
Can't slip
Can't fall
You can't give up
Screamin' fuck em
We ball
Like we playin' for the bluff
And it's fuck
Anybody
Who ain't with us
I'm hot headed
I'll fuck around and flame up
Fly
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Writer(s): Richard Reid Jr.
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