SPITFIRE!
Bonfires
Yeah
Listen up
And maybe you'll learn something
I'm about to go dummy on this shit
Dial up the flier miles on it (on it)
Looking at me, saying who dis bitch?
(Who dis?)
She actually think she got bars to spit?
You goddamn right cause I got grit (got it)
So sit your ass down and take a sip
On that cheap Twisted Tea drip
While I'm serving up these Hennys
It might cost me a pretty penny
I ain't saying I got plenty
'Cause I don't cap in my raps
(I don't cap)
And my image may not serve to many
Then you hear what I gotta say
And I'm like a fucking semi
(Fucking semi)
All these rappers with their false clout
Flashing their rentals and counterfeit out
(What?)
But you know what's real? The doubt
'Cause that ain't what they really about
(No it ain't)
I speak from the heart and soul
Real shit that alot are afraid to show
I'm not here to be a trend
I'm not here to play pretend
This is who I truly am
(Who I am)
And that's on God, till the end
(To my end)
I'm not here to be a trend
I'm not here to play pretend
This is who I truly am
(Who I am)
And that's on God, till the end
(To my end)
I'm never lazy with this shit
If I was you would hear it
(Hear it?)
Now I'mma go demonic
A problem you can't solve it
(Solve it)
Lot of these mainstream rappers
Sounding like hooked on phonics
(Duh)
While real talent gets stomped out
Ain't that fucking ironic?
(Ain't it?)
No one knows good music anymore
Mumble rap and auto tune getting open doors
(Huh?)
Should I be like that?
Yeah sure
And betray all I am to the core
(All I am)
Drop it to the floor
Quit and work nine to fives
Or five to nines
Be a slave to the clock
Strap on the backpack of heavy rocks
That represent the metaphorical roadblocks
(Yeah)
And once I'm old and ready to die (die)
Once my life has passed me by (by)
I'll tell the young kids about all my regrets
How I let the doubters win, match and check
(Check)
How I was too afraid to grow a set
(Grow a set)
Yeah, that's real inspiring crap
They'll go real far with that
(Take it)
So right now I'm making a change
I'm bringing my own rules to the game
I'm not here to be a trend
I'm not here to be play pretend
This is who I truly am
(Who I am)
And that's on God, till the end
(To my end)
I'm not here to be a trend
I'm not here to be play pretend
This is who I truly am
(Who I am)
And that's on God, till the end
(To my end)
Maybe I'm just stuck in the moment
Maybe these days I won't really own it
Maybe I just should give up
(I should)
Maybe being real ain't enough
This shit is hard dawg
They all wanna break me dawg
So whatchu think dawg?
You ever wanna stop dawg?
And stay in a redundant life dawg?
Yeah, you probably do
But not me
And that's the god's honest truth
Now get me in the fucking booth
It's time to spit
Yeah, spit on all you tools
(Fucking tools)
You been served
(Bitch)
Written by: Laura KLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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