| Sorry mama, I cannot show weakness
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| Niggas walkin' round macho
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| My thoughts on defense
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| Paranoia make me talk slow
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| Freezin' on the walk home
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| Freezin' when the cops show heaters
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| Go figure
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| He gon' talk a lot of beef but he will not-show
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| I can see it in his eyes
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| Will weakening to pride
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| Fear creepin' in his mind
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| He feel as if he gon' die
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| And he might not be trippin'
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| A stack of money and a pistol make em' talk to me different
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| But my mind set me apart from these niggas
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| Words connect like apostrophes when I drop 'em on top of these tempos
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| Slick talk’ll get me top at the cribbo
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| Tight
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| Hold up
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| Firestarter
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| Motherfuckin' firestarter
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| Firestarter
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| Firestarter, flyer caught a flame, sayonara
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| Science, art and pain
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| Every field I play in, I demolish
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| I’ma guard my heart 'til I gain light
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| Dark days became bright
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| Part ways, from dark ways and found ways to gain sight
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| Angel K9, stray nine bullets grazed my hoodie on late nights
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| I read your eyes, you can’t lie to me, you can’t hide
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| Once dollars turn into cents, ain’t no guarding my innocence
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| I’ma walk with my syndicates, I’m the heart of it (started it)
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| No matter how hard this shit’ll get, I’m hitting it harder
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| My power unlimited, I’m showering in the shit
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| 9 infinite
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| Bruh!
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| Firestarter
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| Motherfuckin' firestarter
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| Firestarter
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| I came to win it, I don’t need the assistance
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| My patience thinnin' like bulimia victims
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| I came committed and I’m beatin the system
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| Leave 'em in need of some stitches
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| Schemin' on this shit
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| Eager to eat 'em, cemented to speakin' this real shit
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| Fuck nigga speakin' on beef, it get grilled quick
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| Firestarter
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| Motherfuckin'…
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| You get it |