Always talk
Always talking till the moment that they get hauled off
& it's funny though
But that's how it go
At least now you know
I can't take these rappers serious
No excuses
Just f*ckin Period
You'd come against me and get smoked
Like this J that I just rolled son
So lets make that f*ckin clear to ya
I got some lyrical lyrical talent that they weren't prepared for
Watch how I declare war
I am RARE form.
You should be SCARED of.
This is the one thing that you can not beat me this isn't fair huh
I'm Killing em, gave em the chair huh
I'm telling you we don't compare huh
You starting realize
I think that's it clear huh
Lil bitch you is not on my level
Me & Chris
We smoking out rentals
I kill instrumentals,
I'm blowing your mind like a nine to the temple.
And I will not settle for less
I don't need a medal
To know I'm the best
I just keep me my metal
So I need a vest
& I need some rest
Because life is a test
& I need another J straight to the head
Lemme blame it on stress
I really think that I'll smoke till I'm dead
I really think when you grinding for 24 hours
You don't need a bed.
Because while you sleeping
I'm beastin on all of these beats while I sit at my desk
I am just living my life
So don't judge how I'm spending my money or spending my nights
F*ck that advice
F*ck all that hatin' shit & all them lies.
If I get stabbed in the back then I'm cutting off ties
Cuz I'm cutting bad energy out of my life
& I'm f*cking up enemies when I'm on mics
Because music is everything that is how I've
F*cking survived
Never made money so I have been working until all my friends and my family alright
Berserk with this cursive
The word play is perfect
In verses I write
I murder my rhymes
Ima need hearses
A funeral service
A couple of nurses
For when I arrive
(Cuz I'm killin em)
I feel like I'm godly
Just look at my energy
Whenever penning heat
Turning these beats into memories
So they remember me
Speaking my heat upon everything
They just wanna see me broke
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
But & I don't really need no jokes.
I don't really need no hoes
I don't really need no gold
All I need to do is
Scheme & achieve
These goals.
Gonna freeze when I speak
These notes
Ima beast just retreat
Or fold
Pen sweeps to defeat
My foes
No need to compete
Go home
But that's automatic
Got my bars attacking
Like it's target practice
On you awful rappers
Bout to off you bastards
I've been putting my heart in this
Beats get discarded quick
Tree hit your chest like a spartan kick
& Half of these rappers
Aint rappers
They actors that I have been smacking and targeting
You thought I wasn't coming back tho?
Break the track when my pen hit my pad bro
I'm that dope with mad flows
My stats pro
An asshole that smash foes and back bones
Leave you dead if you steppin in my attack zone
Cuz my mind is a weapon & this a blast zone
So I'm chasing perfection when writing rap notes
& all of my sentences f*cking sick like a bad cold
So stay the f*ck outta my face
I'm tired of fake
I need some fire & space
And Ima take fire at anybody that decided get in my way
I need some fire & space
DNA Strands - Fire & Space Lyrics
DNA Strands - Fire & Space Lyrics
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Always talk
Always talking till the moment that they get hauled off
& it's funny though
But that's how it go
At least now you know
I can't take these rappers serious
No excuses
Just f*ckin Period
You'd come against me and get smoked
Like this J that I just rolled son
So lets make that f*ckin clear to ya
I got some lyrical lyrical talent that they weren't prepared for
Watch how I declare war
I am RARE form.
You should be SCARED of.
This is the one thing that you can not beat me this isn't fair huh
I'm Killing em, gave em the chair huh
I'm telling you we don't compare huh
You starting realize
I think that's it clear huh
Lil bitch you is not on my level
Me & Chris
We smoking out rentals
I kill instrumentals,
I'm blowing your mind like a nine to the temple.
And I will not settle for less
I don't need a medal
To know I'm the best
I just keep me my metal
So I need a vest
& I need some rest
Because life is a test
& I need another J straight to the head
Lemme blame it on stress
I really think that I'll smoke till I'm dead
I really think when you grinding for 24 hours
You don't need a bed.
Because while you sleeping
I'm beastin on all of these beats while I sit at my desk
I am just living my life
So don't judge how I'm spending my money or spending my nights
F*ck that advice
F*ck all that hatin' shit & all them lies.
If I get stabbed in the back then I'm cutting off ties
Cuz I'm cutting bad energy out of my life
& I'm f*cking up enemies when I'm on mics
Because music is everything that is how I've
F*cking survived
Never made money so I have been working until all my friends and my family alright
Berserk with this cursive
The word play is perfect
In verses I write
I murder my rhymes
Ima need hearses
A funeral service
A couple of nurses
For when I arrive
(Cuz I'm killin em)
I feel like I'm godly
Just look at my energy
Whenever penning heat
Turning these beats into memories
So they remember me
Speaking my heat upon everything
They just wanna see me broke
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
But & I don't really need no jokes.
I don't really need no hoes
I don't really need no gold
All I need to do is
Scheme & achieve
These goals.
Gonna freeze when I speak
These notes
Ima beast just retreat
Or fold
Pen sweeps to defeat
My foes
No need to compete
Go home
But that's automatic
Got my bars attacking
Like it's target practice
On you awful rappers
Bout to off you bastards
I've been putting my heart in this
Beats get discarded quick
Tree hit your chest like a spartan kick
& Half of these rappers
Aint rappers
They actors that I have been smacking and targeting
You thought I wasn't coming back tho?
Break the track when my pen hit my pad bro
I'm that dope with mad flows
My stats pro
An asshole that smash foes and back bones
Leave you dead if you steppin in my attack zone
Cuz my mind is a weapon & this a blast zone
So I'm chasing perfection when writing rap notes
& all of my sentences f*cking sick like a bad cold
So stay the f*ck outta my face
I'm tired of fake
I need some fire & space
And Ima take fire at anybody that decided get in my way
I need some fire & space
Always talking till the moment that they get hauled off
& it's funny though
But that's how it go
At least now you know
I can't take these rappers serious
No excuses
Just f*ckin Period
You'd come against me and get smoked
Like this J that I just rolled son
So lets make that f*ckin clear to ya
I got some lyrical lyrical talent that they weren't prepared for
Watch how I declare war
I am RARE form.
You should be SCARED of.
This is the one thing that you can not beat me this isn't fair huh
I'm Killing em, gave em the chair huh
I'm telling you we don't compare huh
You starting realize
I think that's it clear huh
Lil bitch you is not on my level
Me & Chris
We smoking out rentals
I kill instrumentals,
I'm blowing your mind like a nine to the temple.
And I will not settle for less
I don't need a medal
To know I'm the best
I just keep me my metal
So I need a vest
& I need some rest
Because life is a test
& I need another J straight to the head
Lemme blame it on stress
I really think that I'll smoke till I'm dead
I really think when you grinding for 24 hours
You don't need a bed.
Because while you sleeping
I'm beastin on all of these beats while I sit at my desk
I am just living my life
So don't judge how I'm spending my money or spending my nights
F*ck that advice
F*ck all that hatin' shit & all them lies.
If I get stabbed in the back then I'm cutting off ties
Cuz I'm cutting bad energy out of my life
& I'm f*cking up enemies when I'm on mics
Because music is everything that is how I've
F*cking survived
Never made money so I have been working until all my friends and my family alright
Berserk with this cursive
The word play is perfect
In verses I write
I murder my rhymes
Ima need hearses
A funeral service
A couple of nurses
For when I arrive
(Cuz I'm killin em)
I feel like I'm godly
Just look at my energy
Whenever penning heat
Turning these beats into memories
So they remember me
Speaking my heat upon everything
They just wanna see me broke
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
THEY JUST WANNA SEE ME BROKE
But & I don't really need no jokes.
I don't really need no hoes
I don't really need no gold
All I need to do is
Scheme & achieve
These goals.
Gonna freeze when I speak
These notes
Ima beast just retreat
Or fold
Pen sweeps to defeat
My foes
No need to compete
Go home
But that's automatic
Got my bars attacking
Like it's target practice
On you awful rappers
Bout to off you bastards
I've been putting my heart in this
Beats get discarded quick
Tree hit your chest like a spartan kick
& Half of these rappers
Aint rappers
They actors that I have been smacking and targeting
You thought I wasn't coming back tho?
Break the track when my pen hit my pad bro
I'm that dope with mad flows
My stats pro
An asshole that smash foes and back bones
Leave you dead if you steppin in my attack zone
Cuz my mind is a weapon & this a blast zone
So I'm chasing perfection when writing rap notes
& all of my sentences f*cking sick like a bad cold
So stay the f*ck outta my face
I'm tired of fake
I need some fire & space
And Ima take fire at anybody that decided get in my way
I need some fire & space
Writer: stetson marshall
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid