Jamarieon - Rapid Fire Lyrics

(Here's the Ghost)
He need radiation, he got cancer in his bones
Rapid Fire, get to shooting out of the chrome
Trigger finger kind of similar to my flow
You never know what it's gon' hit, but you know that this bitch gon' blow
Whether, it's off the top or I put the pen to the notes
I'm like Marshall Mathers, Eminem, I call him the GOAT
You know Jason don't miss, so I had to come and set the tone
I'm really sliding on these beats
Why they hate me? Bruh, I don't know
But I been watching all my peoples and praying for them to grow
Shout out my brother, only got two more years until he come home
Free the real savage
Bet they know the real king to the throne
And all these other rappers copy cats, stealing my brother flow
But best believe when he touch down all these other niggas is toast
Might drop a bag on a nig- nah I'm kiddin', we don't promote violence
But we can take it there if it's a problem, I really don't mind it
I promise, I'm not these other rappers so let me remind you
I be spitting shit you don't catch so you put it behind you
I beat the beat from black to white, make it turn into Michael
I could never lie like I had my right hand on the Bible
And now you stuck bopping to it like yo' characters idle
Catch yo' momma listen to me in the vegetable isle
I'm too different, how I'm spitting like it's a tooth missing
I got perfect timing, come through the lane and I could never miss it
Or I could pull up like I'm Cade 'cause he play for the Pistons
But f*ck it, enough of that, I got some demons to lay to rest
When I turn up on the mic, it's like Jesus giving a test
Finna drop some numbers on you, and tell me, where are the rest?
You making moves like we playing checkers, whole time I'm playing chess
One tuck, if she pick up the phone then she gon' ride along
Two cups, I'm sipping on mud, I'm feeling in my zone
And she gon' ride around with me 'cause she feeling the flow
Roll up, I want three blunts we finna get it on
Four exits 'til our destination, we out on the road
Five blunts deep, I keep on coughing and I can't feel my toes
Six times I almost fell asleep 'cause my eyes was closed
Seven more minutes on ETA, then we in the O
We did our thing, we secured the bag, now we gotta go
Eight coppers pulled up behind us with the flashing lights on
Nine minutes later, I'm on the freeway, you know we gone
Ten toes down, we stay solid, we ain't gon' ever fold
He need radiation, he got cancer in his bones (So it's on)
Rapid Fire, get to shooting out of the chrome (And get him gone)
Trigger finger kind of similar to my flow
You never know what it's gon' hit, but you know that this bitch gon' blow
Whether, it's off the top or I put the pen to the notes
I'm like Marshall Mathers, Eminem, I call him the GOAT
You know Jason don't miss, so I had to come and set the tone
I'm really sliding on these beats
Why they hate me? Bruh, I don't know (Bruh, I don't know)
Why they hate me? Bruh, I don't know