Shorty-G - FLAME

Yeah
Shout out to Lil Durk my home boy Lil Baby
But I gotta rob this beat
You know how we do King
Woof
From the land of the lost
On the boss I'm bout to fuck up the summer
Yeah
I was chosen by the peoples born in it
Humming like a bee swarmed to it
Fitted to be king born in it
Even though I was tormented
Did the impossible said so my followers
Winked at my doubters I got a lot of those
They be my stepping stones over my ops
The shots they take at me is comical
Come from the jungle I gotta eat
Keep 'em on stock like a Hyvee
Run through my veins like an IV
Tribe of Zamunda Akeem
I can remember grinding the winter
Young ass hell I'm applying the pressure
Frying up them birds for dinner
In da kitchen I was plucking them feathers
Did what I had to do gotta stay flexible
Ducking no beef sqaushing them edibles
Illuming and charming some impressionable
Minding my own business
Stick to the vegetable
People that doubted the kid
Chew on your words and you reap what you sow
Now when you mumbling speak on the kid
Humble yourself you call me goat
All this talk they keep to themselves
Say it respectively not to my face
All the weight that's pulling me down
Ain't in the way of me being great
Competition who I challenge myself
I ain't bujee I just think I'm the best
Me and my peoples just up for the sprint
Slide in dis bitch and run up a check
Partners dying most of em jail
Some in da feds, some doing life
Some of us fired out blind
Putting our faith in Biden and Rice
Law passed ain't changed no sentence
Larry, Fort they still in prison
Drug dealers them congress drill em
Getting way more time in prison
Streets changed a whole new ism
Had to evolve ain't lost in the system
Step out of line and fuck with da bag
Straight to the morgue them rifles will send em
I can remember the days when folks had the fade
Straight off the tracks with copes and them Ks
Turn off the phones but we letting it ring
Fit you a suit that attach to your grave
I can make you a believer
Reach and Ill have to teach ya
Im packing underneath the beater
Dont play when it comes to the streets bruh
Flexing for you get your teeth pulled
Its hard showing love to your peoples
Try to treat them as equals
But my peoeples the ones with the ego
No feathers but I got the Eagle
We owning it dog we don't lease those
Out of da mud with the cleats on
Bars I'm dropping illegal
Once I let off I aint stopping
Always gon move with that rocket
Me and Amigo gon take off
Once I shot off that shotty
Catch me a thotty we knocking
Blowing back shots on her body
We in route and its cloudy
Topping me off in a Audi
My momma told me I was destined for greatness
Growth in the struggle
Your boy is a beast
I finally made it
I'm out of the cages
I'm done with the papers
I'm feeling relief
Out in traffic gotta get my splurge on
We the movement put the bros on
Mami on me and she feeling the vibes
So it's hard keepin my clothes on
Chicken on deck
I'm gon pluck her to death
After I'm finished I'll tip her a fitty
Zero to sixty in less then a finny
I'm flooring this bitch and I'm back to the city
Gotta see what the block do
Bird call who they flock to
Know the feds is listenin
So pay attention who you make the drop to
You wanna win get on the team
Pocket so swollen get in my jeans
Wrist so frozen
Wing dings feelin the breeze
I'm out high and by
Tell that bitch I'm high and bye
Jump in that pussy at midnight
After I'm done it's night night
Oo Oochie Wallie Wallie
Love when I hit with the mask on
Love when I hit with that jewels on
Love when
Shorty
Aint no more beat G
Ya'll know the movement
Close the door on these niggas

Written by:
Marvin Johnson

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