Fire Squad

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh Leftovers, yeah One take? One take [Verse] Ah, so I guess envy is the repercussion For the type of paper that we discussin' Funny, I used to go to school with my sneakers busted The flow ill and the beat's disgustin' Now all the hoes feel like I'm the perfect candidate for reproduction Look, I'm tryna put this game in a sleeper hold I spit it from the heart with hopes to reach the soul Your feet was cold, mine was sizzlin' It's hard to be a law abidin' citizen Livin' in a city wherе them niggas die for dividends Don't bе a victim Me and my dogs just been plottin' to flee the system We need a plan We all wish to be young forever like Peter Pan Since we can't, I'm playin' Captain Hook, I got these rappers shook Life's a chapter book, so see, I can't afford to rest at all Because you never know, one day you'll reach the epilogue And F a job, I just figured I say it polite Rather perform under stadium lights They say that if you doin' what you love then you'll never work a day in your life So shoot for the Moon and don't be afraid of the heights And if you come up short, you'll still land amongst the stars I'm feelin' like I could probably go for a hundred bars Late for work again, they'll probably fire me Stuck on a verse again, I need somethin' to inspire me My nephew know my whole mixtape in its entirety How's that for inspiration? One flew over the koo-koo's nest Society got me feelin' like a mental patient 'Cause I'm conformed to the social norm What happened to innovation? Creativity with no limitation When you got high ceilings, they wanna do some renovation Been stimulatin' my mind, them niggas sayin' I fell off I just been takin' my time See, I always been a firm believer in quality over quantity Such an anomaly, was down when niggas was askin' for features But when I ask some niggas, they ain't respond to me But I never been one for holdin' grudges Just know pretty soon that a feature from the kid'll put you over budget Matador to the bullshit, I rose above it Far beyond intangible possessions that you chose to covet I chose soul food over that golden nugget Kickin' wisdom to a generation that's been ill advised You lucky if you twenty-five and you still alive My flow is like yo phone on silent, I know you feel the vibe Just look at me as your brother from another mother This city'll trap you, but still, we love her [?] kill each other Gunshots followed by peel and rubber Uh, soundtracks to the adolescence They grew up in a broken home with no daddy present So, instead of grabbin' textbooks, they grabbin' weapons At least that way, they know to have protection Survival methods of a young Black male (Uh) Crack sells, resortin' to packed jails (Uh) Couldn't envision these tales back as a tight Ridin' pedal bike, back when Cuzzo was sportin' the rattail I remember well, that was like '95 Twenty years worth of cyanide put into these verses The results of fatal cocktail Couldn't parry these punchlines if you box well Peep the technique, I turn beef into oxtails, my stomach's growlin' I need a mill is in ten times, a hundred thousand Make enough for all the years my bank account was overdrawn The type of green attract snakes, I need to mow the lawn At the back of these rappers heads like a photobomb I see the big picture, bitch-nigga spittin' that fictitious I call it straight down the middle like split swishes The small fish that hold his own amongst the big fishes Pardon the grammar, I been lookin' for love in the heart of Atlanta But I've yet to find it, it's like a needle in a haystack Bringin' somethin' different to the table But niggas scared to embrace that, why? 'Cause I ain't makin' records for the local clubs (Uh) 'Bout how I fucked your bitch or sellin' drugs My nigga, kill yourself, cut your wrist But fuck with me if you up on this You see, my goal's to be one of the best to do it Talked about like a Southern myth Compared to the greats, immortal through the sentences we speak Good grief, I'm approachin' four minutes on the beat Gimmick rappers that can't uphold they image in the streets But claim to be real Seen it for too long, the thought is insane to me still I'm still playin' the field 'Cause right now, I can't afford to have a woman holdin' me back I just can't put in that time, I'm too devoted to rap Put all my breath in this gang, it make it harder to breathe I put my soul on this wax, I wear my heart on my sleeve Fourteen karat on my neck, that's just part of the steez Just blow up my competition, please pardon the breeze Ayy, look, I'm tryna be the first Kyle Clow and not the next Hova Figured I'd start out by dishin' out these leftovers First Kyle Clow, not the next Hova [Outro] Hope you enjoy these leftovers