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Ka-Flame Speaks
Open up ya eyes, you may have to, come and look
A batch of Flo'caine, a nigga actually, can cook?
Them dope lines, leaving, half you niggas hooked
So I repo my flows, know that, half you niggas took
Type of shit, be turning rappers, into crooks
Got them shook, another chapter, in my book
Turn the page, just to learn, about my rage
Shawty dimmed them lights, now she right here, burning sage
Out this cage, it's the beast, unleashed
Rapper appetizers, let's eat, have a feast
Sheesh, they don't want it, with the Flame ho
South'side Slater King, the area, you can't go
Snatch ya heart, from ya chest, no Kano
Ya girl want me, I don't even know her, name though
But shawty still, hit that pipe, like Drano
Stop my bankroll, nah I don't think so
I've been putting all this time in, rhyming
They throwing shade, we getting paid, still shinning
24-7, imagine, how we grinding
Take a glance at ya watch, it's that time again
I've been putting all this time in, rhyming
They throwing shade, we getting paid, still shinning
24-7, imagine, how we grinding
Take a glance at ya watch, it's that time again
In the hood, we withstood, all them mass killings
Understood, it wasn't good, all them past dealings
Hearing shots, on the block, they went pass stealing
So much evil being seen, what the cash revealing?
Hit the dash, pealing out to another state
I'm the main one, these muthafucka's love to hate
In the projects, they gotta come to subjugate
Breaking bread, like these niggas out here touching cake
Trying to eat, but they won't even let me, touch a plate
Keep the grass cut, nigga I don't fuck with snakes
Even though, they say, I'm always up too late
A Rap'a-holic, yea that habit, kind of tough to break
Yo catalog str8 trash, nigga fuck yo tape
In a fruit fight, you niggas wouldn't buss a grape
Yea I said it, I ain't scared of nann one of yall