Lyrics:
or ever had to hide it then just you wait
You can’t stop it or ever try and drop it or even keep it comin at a moderate rate
A real hot wire a five alarm
Terminal head, hard sound, under fire
Hard crunch, gate over rate
Anything goes, trip hop, chill out, overtake, under rate
Take a couple pills, I got
Ban mwin hennessy cognac
Horseman nigga bojack
Fire ou honey si sé Jack
Temps ka défilé sé tic tac
Haleine fraîche nigga tic tac
An an lanmè kon pirate
don't believe them or rate 'em
It's no secret, these neeks are just hating
Keep on saying that my team isn't flaming
Light fire like them trees
That
make me rich
Then hate me
Or rate me
I know the lord will Saved me
But Blood is all I see
I'm Still having
The Same dreams
Finer things is all I see
Now
know what it gets like
Always on the go but I take time
Never take an L yea I get right
I ain’t looking for no status
He’s a clout chaser I can’t rate
a clout chaser I can’t rate him
Catch me offline like they cut the WiFi outside daylight with a ting from south side
Can’t believe they said that I’m Chi
The things I dream
Is the shit, that seems
Most real to me
Don't rate me as good
Just expect me to be great
No need to knock on wood
We played war-games
Like
He said
Baby tell me why you acting so shy?
We already know it's going down tonight
Feel that fire when I look in your eyes
Pull me closer and I'll
Those words set me on fire
You can't
You should just retire
Assume I'm a lair
If you're gonna test me
Don't second-guess me
Just hold all of your
of my mind
Barley feel fazed
Am I missin all the signs
Makin hits all day
I'm not even in my prime
What is my rate
You and I know its a dime
Wisco my
Dear Socrates must I be arete?
I know I don't know it all
But I don't want to lose at any rate
Oh Socrates must I be arete?
You know I don't wanna lose
will never lay tracks down my way
Aimed at your frame with AK lyrical spray
No way you can keep up with my basic rate
If you can decipher my cipher,
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Shooter girl them future
Girl you sweet like a cane juice me rate you
You tie me with a one wine so me no blame you
You give
Now that I'm finally living out on the range
I'm really slowing down so I can finish the page
Slip out the fire and back into decay
Maybe we'll
on fire.
When I first held you, I thought I'd pass.
What you said, seemed to be the truth.
When I first felt you, I thought I'd melt.
What you were,
And in the Vessel, the (w)hole is reduced to cinders, yet-again! The fire must be kept burning strong, always... In poised apostasy to all of that
I gained a taste for delectable sin,
Many sustained it, but few have bought in,
I am a sinner in the seat of a saint
I will no longer try to abstain
Dem nah like it when me talk dem way
Dem nah like it when mi move dem way
(Cause dem nah rate me)
Dem rather see me locked down in a cage
Dem rather
light my fire
Only you pour me water ah ah ah
Oh my girla
Baby come give me puna
Only you light my fire
Only you pour me water ah ah ah
Oh my something
and fuckery
Like aim
Shoot
Fire
Buss it
I'm in my feelings cause Keke don't love me
But if she don't love me then fuck it
Like Keke, do you love me?
Nah, she
Long way up
Short way down
All my nigga
Never stay for ground
Pushing high rate on a low
We keep it high rate on a low
Glen me speak fire now
Me no
hands to the sky and beg that this won't go unnoticed
Though I know some fires are not meant to burn
We are bred to flicker and fade, not to retreat
racked ring of late
Someone digging found a drift of white pebbles
A bronze knife and children's fire charred bones
Circular stones erected as a place
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