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strays 01 - kenny mason lyrics

[part 1: from “firestarter”]
[verse 1]
flame
sorry mama, i cannot show weakness
n*ggas walkin’ round macho
my thoughts on defense
paranoia make me talk slow
freezin’ on the walk home
freezin’ when the cops show heaters
go figure
he gon’ talk a lot of beef but he will not*show
i can see it in his eyes
will weakening to pride
fear creepin’ in his mind
he feel as if he gon’ die
and he might not be trippin’
a stack of money and a pistol make em’ talk to me different
but my mind set me apart from these n*ggas
words connect like apostrophes when i drop ‘еm on top of these tempos
sl!ck talk’ll gеt me top at the cribbo
tight

[chorus]
firestarter
motherf*ckin’ firestarter
firestarter
[verse 2]
firestarter, flyer caught a flame, sayonara
science, art, and pain
every field i play in, i demolish
i’ma guard my heart ’til i gain light
dark days became bright
part ways, from dark ways and found ways to gain sight
angel k9, stray nine bullets have grazed my hoodie on late nights
i read your eyes, you can’t lie to me, you can’t hide
once dollars turn into cents, ain’t no guarding my innocence
i’ma walk with my syndicates, i’m the heart of it
no matter how hard this sh*t’ll get, i’m hitting it harder
my power unlimited, i’m showering in the sh*t
9 infinite

[part 2: ???]
anyone still doubting me’s out of touch with reality
i’ve got my balance, my lowest center of gravity
you do a whole lot of braggin’, but never challenge me
if i didn’t practice, i’d still be good at it naturally
i’ve watch n*ggas get more than me doin’ less than me
while n0body recording my sh*t or mixing me
sometimes i get real lonely and that sh*t gets to me
because the ones most important to me ain’t listening
but now n*ggas going diamond in the bluff
angel dog, i’m a diamond in the ‘ruff’
they gon’ see how i blind ’em when i’m cut
all love, all [?] in the cut
to whoever shot me back in 2014
i’m glad you got away, or else none of my boys would be free
i had to duck, running
blood running faster than me
i felt my trust numbing
i need to make some money or f*ck sum’
‘fore i blow my g*nius brains all over these streets
since i already got my dna all over these streets
i’m tryna remain professional with nowhere to sleep
but a n*gga’ll say you greedy on the day he ain’t eat
a n*gga’ll try to test you the day he ain’t cheat
and with that being said, i think i’m done taking ciriques
you know from zone three to brooklyn, mach energy keep on looking
gotta shine through the bullsh*t for n*ggas like me
[part 3: from “give”]
[chorus]
give, give
what would i give?
give, give
what would i give?

[verse]
i got battle scars like simba
you got dark agendas
but it’s not my bidness, carry on
my chérie love the pot
my sh*t like cherry bombs
my clique don’t carry bombs
to flip at every function
big scary monsters, flinch
when kenny come with clips
like terrence th*rnton
house 9 and it is very haunted
big angel sh*t
repent and get anointed b*tch
all my boys done been raised by bullies
and grazed by bullets
and the neighborhood was [censored]
gave out goodies
got paid in full, ate a full, played out ovens
while everybody who stayed in school ain’t got money
they gon’ call me the goat once i end my time
once they show me the ropes, i just 6*1*9
’cause i can only cope if i spit my lines
i know somebody would call, shawty hit my line
myself, i keep my nose clean, don’t even smoke weed
my addiction is in between your knees
in addition of gettin’ the most cream, from gettin’ the most streams
and swimmin’ in your streams
come get that p*ssy hit up in zone three
hit it at pro speed
the sh*t if you don’t sleep
a fit if you want sleep
it’s finna get grown, squeezin’ it, fittin’ it slowly
you finish before me
ken’ in the pot movin’, similar most true but
this sh*t’ll go down more sinister roads if or when i’m provoked
p*ssed or sit in a hole
it’s on, them boys livin’ on limited hope
big kenny from heaven, i’m b*tch n*gga repellin’
a pit rippin’ the flesh, i’m in sh*t
skin him in seconds that’s it
let ’em air out this sh*t
give ’em a second, i been in the trenches with n*ggas with weapons
you givin’ impressions, your gimmick depressing
(was) feelin’ aggressive and didn’t suppress it
my mental affected from years of oppression
and livin’ in desolate images, n*ggas was hesitant
visitin’ death was as distant as relatives livin’ right next to us
[part 4: from “nightmare on dill street”]
locks in my face swing
locked in my daydream
thoughts in my brain think, sharp like i can’t sing
f*ck dese n*ggas up when i drop n*gga, tay keith
f*cked her in a truck, parked subtle in da cut
y’all huddling fa what? buddy lyin’ to ya face see
i already know he won’t slide cause he can’t swing
i already know it’s my time but you can let me know
i already won but you can tell ’em dat you let me bro
gotta stay professional, gotta pay me extra though
gotta bring some extra folks, got ’em stayin’ extra close
f*ckk dat being friendly, n*ggas done almost k!lled me
watch yo blood spilling, den you’ll probably feel me…
my dog was in da field
when he talk i hear pills speak
when he talkin’ dat grilled cheese
he don’t gotta convince me
had a talk wit da lil me
told me go on a k!ll streak, if n*ggas still sleep
den it’s a nightmare on dill street
(heheh)

[part 5: from “exxon”]
wings
scr*ping the demon off of my back, i need him off me
these n*ggas need to stop for a snack, they leave the glock in my lap
i like the feeling, i don’t even offer it back
oh you planned it out, i see how it’s panning out
my confidence in you dumping if someone start acting out
it’s bringing my panic down
i wore your hand me downs, when they was your hand me downs
(i) don’t even like ’em but i know rockin’ ’em make you proud
my sat*rdays got sadder the day that they sat you down
the day that they let you out… i knew you had changed
knew you was dueling with rage
it’s only so many things n*ggas can do with the pain
(bruh)
shoulder to shoulder with real soldiers, drinking from pill sodas
if your eyes still open, then i know they peeled open
i’m ready to steal wit ya if that b*tch still open
i know you gon’ pull it if that b*tch real focused
if that b*tch real focused
if that, if that

[part 6: ???]
i’m a og
the og oc
d so clean, no sleep
then weak, b*tt on fleek
the old 3, kobe, a zone three
good game, no cheat code, he could show me
backflipping in a bad b*tch’s v*g*n*l slit
p*ssy taste magical (chef’s kiss)
smacking my lips
smash and i dip to a bag, crackers or chips
just to bag every b*tch tagged in a pic
grade a p*ssy got me drowned in a boogie
if you down to play hooky, i can take that ass down today
everybody say i should have died but sh*t, i found a way
every time they play my sh*t i’m bound to get a lot of play
make room for who?
it’s a lot of sp*ce in outer sp*ce
i’m sp*cing out, they need a lot of patience for what i’mma say
i’mma take thumbing through some faces like they breaking out
over breaking down conversations in an office sp*ce
that extendo’ll make a fake street n*gga switch like nintendo
n*ggas gon’ blast sh*t, you at the wrong address
you must’ve typed in in wrong
your face card declined, you must have got the pin wrong
you must have got the memo
he duckin’ all of the smoke, i’m headed for the end zone, ay
get money, ay, ay
get money
who am i? ay, big puppy
ay, ay, big, big
free!

- kenny mason lyrics

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