Dak - Straight Fire lyrics

[Intro: True Greg] It's True Greg Lets get it Y'all know what is Lets go Uh [Verse 1: True Greg] My name ring bells but I ain't at ya doorstep Rappers chance to make keep slipping like the floors wet I spilled the water, they gonna need help like a war vet And I don't like to boast so I'm quiet like I'm on set Doctor looked at me and he said I was born blessed If you speak false about True than thats your head They tell me that I'm crazy You cannot faze me Turning into villain, Feeling like I'm KD You looking at the sickest I ain't with the gimmicks You can't see me like John Cena with his windows tinted I ain't a mean type of dude, but I mean business This rap game is heartless, survival of the fittest Say good riddance, cause I'm k**ing with my good writtens Got this in a chokehold till I win by submission Yea, making these fakes retire Stakes are higher When all you do is spit straight fire What, thats how I do it Y'all don't want none of this man That's all I gotta say Hey yo Dak hit 'em with these crazy bars, they ain't ready [Verse 2: Dak] Yo, I got you hold up These Words are so red again live in percentages Like I'm the decimal Heteros**ual messing you up Hannibal lector you are so edible You think you got hype Well I am the redder bull How you got bars your lyrics forgettable A fan base so minimal I don't understand what you said at all I got all these bombs do not set em off I'm like that Osama I said it oh What I'm spitting could melt the Arctic The next da Vinci, I'm an artist Starting a fire it's sparking I just desire anarchy, way I was wired is wrong But still the circuit lives on Won't be admired for long Cuz there's not too much to look at And nobody has shook Dak I went ahead and took rap put it in my book bag then I booked back Now it's the thing good at Outsider like a hood rat Prepared for accolades I'm fresh like aftershave Give me an answer babe Should I just quit rap now or wait till cash is made Already for the stars but imma aim higher Ain't got nothing else to do except spit this straight fire [Verse 3: True Greg] You might be the man in the streets But I'm the man on the beat With a unique style and flow, that's how I bash on mc's Just attacking with ease I don't just rap for the cheese I do it for respect, other things don't matter to me Actually When you see me don't give me no nasty look son My mob go deep to leave you looking like a shook one Turn you into Casper Y'all just some actors Who got lucky cause he got a role of a rapper So stop acting like i'm not nice Cause i'll stop by And squash beef, like burgers smashed with Bok fives Going faster than a mach five The spotlight is all mine You can try to take it, but you won't end up alive Whack rappers should go in early retirement I'm firing Shots cause your lyrics trash, try again And if you say I can't spit than you straight liar Cause me and Dak hit you with that straight fire