Fanning the Flame

Lyrics

(Verse): Could be the biggest boaster on the earth Gotta love rocking down plain watches Eternal life from rocking of ages Only materialising as God If I was to lose it all Who gon' have me like? Cause it ain't none of these thots Living in a wicked world Where you told to "Stay dangerous"! It's a food for a thought Babylon serving us, Something crazy Gotta feed up the streets with the word There is a famine People in a state of hunger becoming much deeper, Need hope Beyond likkle Popеs and them other little dеmons Sorry not sorry for rocking lil' boats The heart getter colder than Minnesota During this Winter 'cross the pond, it's Wavy Make a name in this game Inspiration before hazes Certain vices use to entertain them Sleep Paralysis could never chain us Nothing will prosper against me I know that hell is hot, But I'm hotter (Ha!!!) Fan the flame, With anointed armour (Ha,Hee!) (Verse 2): Seeking Hakuna Matata, Yeah Seeking Hakuna Matata, Yeah Seeking Hakuna Matata, Yeah Seeking Hakuna Matata-Nah I asked one shawty, thick lil brown thang How you got that juice? Let me fine wine ya' Dine ya', Court ya' Fanning likkle flames baby Cause your friends call ya "Don-Don-Don-Don Julio" Never getting lost in the sauce, Got too much sauce Why Patek Phillipe plain ones? Never look for diamonds in the rough Cause this world murky bro Thought I struck gold from a Rumpelstiltskin Rum, Rum, Rumpel couple feathers Never been on flockin' When there's mis understandings From a different planet, Many stars aligning I have to grab it like lil babies, because it's "My turn" ! Fanning off the flames, Cause this world getting burnt Maybe it's projections from getting so burnt Lived up in Hades, Made it my turf Out in these fields Niggas keep score, Running back on your sins Cold blooded, holier than thou But their lizard's, Leaving some conspiracies But truths are stranger than fiction so literally Graven image piece Pushing dandelions or a daisy, b I don't give a F ! Niggas ain't ADHD ! Hate how the world diagnoses without giving flowers If you think differently, You'll go through hell bout it Hate how the world diagnoses without giving flowers If you think differently, You'll go through hell bout it Barely breathing, Shake your souls up on a Richter They don't like it when you grounded, Oh No either I can't do it, Cannot go back to a Heathen Have been burnt many times, Jeremiah weeping (Interlude): Wooooo! We in the Hills Garden of Edan, Baby ! (Outro): Agh This the mixtape flow Lay down bricks before the fam, No bando System sets up for traps as a standards Seek a different kinda future We locking in harder for 56 nights And I pray we get forty more right in the wilderness Tap into tabernacles, On a Wooo (This the Mixtape of the year !)