Strays 01

[Part I: Firestarter] [Intro] Flame [Verse 1] Sorry mama, I cannot show weakness Niggas walkin' round macho My thoughts on defense Paranoia make me talk slow Freezin’ on the walk home Freezin' when the cops show heaters Go figure He gon' talk a lot of beef but he will not-show I can see it in his eyes Will weakening to pride Fear creepin’ in his mind He feel as if he gon' die And he might not be trippin' A stack of money and a pistol make em' talk to me different But my mind set me apart from these niggas Words connect like apostrophes when I drop 'еm on top of these tempos Slick talk'll gеt me top at the cribbo Tight [Bridge] Firestarter Motherfuckin' firestarter Firestarter [Verse 2] Firestarter, flyer caught a flame, sayonara Science, art, and pain Every field I play in, I demolish I'ma guard my heart ’til I gain light Dark days became bright Part ways, from dark ways and found ways to gain sight Angel K9, stray nine bullets have grazed my hoodie on late nights I read your eyes, you can’t lie to me, you can't hide [Part II: Firestarter over JAY-Z's Dead Presidents Instrumental] [Verse 1] Once dollars turn into cents, ain’t no guarding my innocence I'ma walk with my syndicates, I'm the heart of it No matter how hard this shit'll get, I’m hitting it harder My power unlimited, I'm showering in the shit 9 infinite [Verse 2] Anyone still doubting me's out of touch with reality I've got my balance, my lowest center of gravity You do a whole lot of braggin', but never challenge me If I didn't practice, I'd still be good at it naturally I've watch niggas get more than me doin' less than me While nobody recording my shit or mixing me Sometimes I get real lonely and that shit gets to me Because the ones most important to me ain't listening But now niggas going diamond in the bluff Angel dog, I'm a diamond in the 'ruff' They gon' see how I blind 'em when I'm cut All love, all Niners in the cut To whoever it was that shot me back in 2014 I'm glad you got away, or else none of my boys would be free I had to duck, running Blood running faster than me I felt my trust numbing I need to make some money or fuck sum' 'Fore I blow my genius brains all over these streets Since I already got my DNA all over these streets I'm tryna remain professional with nowhere to sleep But a nigga'll say you greedy on the day he ain't eat A nigga'll try to test you the day he ain't cheat And with that being said, I think I'm done taking critiques You know from zone three to Brooklyn, much energy keep on looking Gotta shine through the bullshit for niggas like me [Part III: Give] [Chorus] Give, give What would I give? Give, give What would I give? [Verse] I got battle scars like Simba You got dark agendas But it's not my bidness, carry on My chérie love the pot My shit like cherry bombs My clique don't carry bombs To flip at every function Big scary monsters, flinch When Kenny come with clips Like Terrence Thornton House 9 and it is very haunted Big angel shit Repent and get anointed bitch All my boys done been raised by bullies And grazed by bullets In the neighborhood where [censored] Gave out goodies Got paid in full, ate a full, played out ovens While everybody who stayed in school ain't got money [Part IV: Keep It Real] They gon' call me the GOAT once I end my time Once they show me the ropes, I just 6-1-9 'Cause I can only cope if I spit my lines I know somebody with coke, shawty hit my line Myself, I keep my nose clean, don't even smoke weed My addiction is in between your knees In addition to gettin' the most cream, from gettin' the most streams And swimmin' in your streams Come get that pussy hit up in zone three Hit it at pro speed The shit if you don't sleep A fit if you want sleep It's finna get grown, squeezin' in, fittin' it slowly You finish before me Ken' in the pot movin', similar most true but This shit'll go down more sinister roads if or when I'm provoked Pissed or sit in a hole It's on, them boys livin' on limited hope Big Kenny from Heaven, I'm bitch nigga repellin' A pit rippin' the flesh, I'm in shit Skin him in seconds that's it Let 'em air out this shit Give 'em a second, I been in the trenches with niggas with weapons You givin' impressions, your gimmick depressing (was) feelin' aggressive and didn't suppress it My mental affected from years of oppression And livin' in desolate images, niggas was hesitant Visitin' death was as distant as relatives livin' right next to us [Part V: Nightmare on Dill Street] Locks in my face swing Locked in my daydream Thoughts in my brain think, sharp like I can't sing Fuck dese niggas up when I drop nigga, Tay Keith Fucked her in a truck, parked subtle in da cut Y'all huddling fa what? Buddy lyin' to ya face see I already know he won't slide cause he can't swing I already know it's my time but you can let me know I already won but you can tell 'em dat you let me bro Gotta stay professional, gotta pay me extra though Gotta bring some extra folks, got 'em stayin' extra close Fuckk dat being friendly, niggas done almost killed me Watch yo blood spilling, den you'll probably feel me... My dog was in da field When he talk I hear pills speak When he talkin' dat grilled cheese He don't gotta convince me Had a talk wit da lil me Told me go on a kill streak, if niggas still sleep Den it's a Nightmare on Dill Street (heheh) [Part VI: Exxon] Wings Scraping the demon off of my back, I need him off me These niggas need to stop for a snack, they leave the Glock in my lap I like the feeling, I don't even offer it back Oh you planned it out, I see how it's panning out My confidence in you dumping if someone start acting out It's bringing my panic down I wore your hand me downs, when they was your hand me downs (I) don't even like 'em but I know rockin' 'em make you proud My Saturdays got sadder the day that they sat you down The day that they let you out... I knew you had changed Knew you was dueling with rage It's only so many things niggas can do with the pain (Bruh) Shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers, drinking from pill sodas If your eyes still open, then I know they peeled open I'm ready to steal wit ya if that bitch still open I know you gon' pull it if that bitch real focused If that bitch real focused If that, if that [Part VII: Junior M.A.F.I.A. Get Money Instrumental] I'm an OG The OG OC D so clean, no sleep Then weak, butt on fleek The old 3, Kobe, a zone three Good game, no cheat code, he could show me Backflipping in a bad bitch's vaginal slit Pussy taste magical (chef's kiss) Smacking my lips Smash and I dip to a bag, crackers or chips Just to bag every bitch tagged in a pic Grade A pussy got me drowned in A Boogie If you down to play hooky, I can take that ass down today Everybody say I should have died but shit, I found a way Every time they play my shit I'm bound to get a lot of play Make room for who? It's a lot of space in outer space I'm spacing out, they need a lot of patience for what I'mma say I'mma take thumbing through some faces like they breaking out Over breaking down conversations in an office space That extendo'll make a fake street nigga switch like Nintendo Niggas gon' blast shit, you at the wrong address You must've typed in in wrong Your face card declined, you must have got the pin wrong You must have got the memo He duckin' all of the smoke, I'm headed for the end zone, ay Get money, ay, ay Get money Who am I? Ay, big puppy Ay, ay, big, big Free!