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News Reporter Speaks
Ka-Flame Speaks
Strike that match, and hear my name called
Can't compare, something rare, ain't the same dawg
Fake niggas all alike, they got the same flaws
So glad that I'm me, and that I ain't yall
Real talk, life a movie, that you can't pause
Can't recall, who the hottest? they got brain fog?
Ain't no cash in the project, then I ain't involved
Always money over bitches, got that same cause
Different type of artist baby, though a nigga can't draw
I be painting pictures, so vivid, tend to think raw
Going against the Flame, I'm taking aim, you think they ain't fall?
Choppa, chop ya limbs off, might remind you, of a chain saw
Rev that muthafucka up, and let it loose on them
Wouldn't hang with them, even if a noose on them
Killing tracks, back to back, when I produce on them
Shit'n on them bad, had to drop a, duece on them
At a lost, who at fault? who's to blame?
Mainly shaking salt, just to floss, with no shame
Weak niggas, paying any cost, to entertain
All these years later, and my thoughts still remain
Gone hate the day, that I retire
Music I be making, take them higher
Ka-Flame branging, nothing but fire
Snitch niggas, singing like the choir
Them bitch niggas, getting rushed
On this Nina, yea I really gotta crush
Trigger finger itching, shawty getting touched
Thinking you the shit, until you end up flushed
Thank very much, to them haters, on the side
Rolling with my homies, cause, they be known to ride
Yo city full of phonies, and, they be known to hide
I guess them sucka niggas, on the muthafuckin rise
I holla Southside, know my riders, on deck
Put ya guns up, they ain't tried a nigga yet
Nothing like ya amateurs, we sliding like a vet
Gotta let them them fools have it, that applies to every threat
If you ain't bout that drama, put that on ya momma
We can get these comma's, have them stacked, by the bundles