hellfire

they call me the flame

All the bitches know my name

It’s not a game, hold your dame

Balling, but it’s not a game

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Through all that rain, i kept spittin' fire like

the dike, if we could get that back, I'll split the wrap

 

 

Finished mean done, and done mean dead,

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire

There were bodies on top of bodies,

so go ahead cry to mommies,

I'm going to let my little homies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

I'm going to let my little homies

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

Better to patiently await the façade of marquees,

No ho, acquainted with the floor, we be hangin me and chief keef at these chill parties,