Open Fire
Wait to see
Letter Z
Remember V
We're all bad
Wait to see, sheesh
Some days, need the heavy storms, I'm just saying (I'm just saying)
Sometimes, need the heavy storms to find strength inside your roots
In my city, like a tourist in some strange environments
I'm a homebody, I don't like these nobodies, no, I don't
No hobbies, always on the job, going all out
Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, a DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire, real niggas, they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money (money, yeah)
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk, cut off a bitch (yeah)
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
I'm in my golden state like Curry, nigga
Load the clip, I pull that trigger
Fuck around, make you meet the reaper
Slow clap for them late night sleepers
These niggas are wack, bitches are trash
Lappin' these hoes when I'm running the track
Came from the East, repping the North
Clowns in my comments, they makin' me laugh
More money in, no money out
Pray to the Lord when I'm feeling the doubt
Blood on my shoes (shoes)
No hobbies, always on the job, going all out
Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire, real niggas, they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money (money, yeah)
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
Macro patience, micro urgency
In God, we trust, just wait and see
And bitch, I'm blessed from A to Z
But you ain't walking in my feet
You ain't knowing where I've been
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I'm a hero, I'm a villain
I'm a seed that they done buried in the earth
See me rise from the dirt
From the lies, I deter
And no, I'm not from this world
I'm praying for my enemies
I work to be a better me
They know not what they do to me
Forgive them, but they dead to me
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
Wait to see
Letter Z
Remember V
We're all bad
I'm outside
I'm a band
Do your thing
Letter Z
Remember V
We're all bad
Wait to see, sheesh
Some days, need the heavy storms, I'm just saying (I'm just saying)
Sometimes, need the heavy storms to find strength inside your roots
In my city, like a tourist in some strange environments
I'm a homebody, I don't like these nobodies, no, I don't
No hobbies, always on the job, going all out
Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, a DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire, real niggas, they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money (money, yeah)
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk, cut off a bitch (yeah)
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
I'm in my golden state like Curry, nigga
Load the clip, I pull that trigger
Fuck around, make you meet the reaper
Slow clap for them late night sleepers
These niggas are wack, bitches are trash
Lappin' these hoes when I'm running the track
Came from the East, repping the North
Clowns in my comments, they makin' me laugh
More money in, no money out
Pray to the Lord when I'm feeling the doubt
Blood on my shoes (shoes)
No hobbies, always on the job, going all out
Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile
I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, DNA is not for style
We came up from the open fire, real niggas, they can never die
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money (money, yeah)
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
Macro patience, micro urgency
In God, we trust, just wait and see
And bitch, I'm blessed from A to Z
But you ain't walking in my feet
You ain't knowing where I've been
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I'm a hero, I'm a villain
I'm a seed that they done buried in the earth
See me rise from the dirt
From the lies, I deter
And no, I'm not from this world
I'm praying for my enemies
I work to be a better me
They know not what they do to me
Forgive them, but they dead to me
I'm a homebody
I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me
We can make our own money
No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze
In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off
Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)
Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)
Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch
Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist
Now that I'm back, get off of my bag
Wait to see
Letter Z
Remember V
We're all bad
I'm outside
I'm a band
Do your thing
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Eccleston, Gary Derussy, Gary Wide, Sara Ali
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