GoldLink, Fire!—Culture Clash

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Yeah, ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy, yeah, ayy
Fire!
You dun know
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I touch that town again and again and locked it down (Locked it down)
Got the heart of a hustler, word to Allah, I’m profit bound (True)
Got a quarter ounce and I flipped it to a thousand pound (Facts)
Got the heart of the lion, lone wolf, I am not no sheep
Only the strong survive, kings never target the weak
Way too many chatty patties online, I don’t wanna hear them speak
Without that filter face them gyally ain’t on fleek
I might pull up on your bae, make her give neck in this two-seat
Insomnia trappin’, I can hardly go sleep
Like a zombie when I’m trappin’, I can hardly go sleep
I coulda sold crack to my dad he’s a crackhead, it’s not that deep
Bought a rifle with the mandem and it came with a hundred teeth
My first rifle was a mad ting and it came with a hundred teeth
Whole leap ammo, no ammi (Ayy)
Serving the cats in the ally (Ayy, ayy)
Hammer on my hip no Bally
Smoke on a pack of the cally
LA, I was in the valley
2010 that’s when I bought a strally
Or 2 double 0 9 actually
Shoulda been in the studio with Ashley
Trappy, hair nappy
Lambeth feds couldn’t catch me (Ooh, ooh)
Local popo wasn’t happy
I got baddies from Sweden to Hackney
No FB, no Snappy, no IG don’t @ me
Spanish gyal, call me papi
Fuego, my flow Caliante
Fire, Fendi
No designer, I’m still trendy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got like 50k on me
I seen the devil that dawned on me
This big K had to spray for me
I seen shit that you can’t believe
Had a whole city wan’ pray for me
Think I be cute, when I lay on beats
Your girlfriend wanna lay with me
Freestyle but it ain’t free to me
Wanna get high take two of these?
Coupe with the doors goin’ suicide, make a nigga feel like it’s do or die, uh
It’s the battle of the real and baddest man so I can’t be no you and I, uh
Shoot out the whip walk up on the rest (Uh-huh)
I think I saw him at merky fest (Uh-huh)
I changed my life from a thirty pence
Fuckin lil’ girls? Dirty sket (Ugh)
Rock it, rock it (Rock it)
Mosh pit, mosh pit (Mosh pit)
Mandem, it’s over the clock tick
Free Walkdown shit is nonsense
I saw gang hit a back flip
I got da Porsche then I crashed it
Party with da fam, we active
Blrrp, blrrp then I dashed it

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