Grande Marshall - Fuel & Fire lyrics

[Verse 1: GrandeMarshall] When the f** I sound like Anyone of these n***a's huh (n***a's huh) You compare, but never listening To the lyrics huh (lyrics huh) (Why say that sh**) You sound strict from the east Sound south, sound west f** that if I sound anything Best believe I sound best So you can put all the debating and talking to rest I'm itching to get it And beefing one of you n***as Yeah f** the internet, I'm seeing you n***as I'm in the street with you n***as And what I look like? On the internet, twitting these n***as I can't believe these n***as It ain't nothing for me to call ski up Cold up one if your vi You wanna see, huh? What's beef, huh? (Me?) It's waking up good every night sleep fine But f** these n***as No I can't f** with these n***as We breathe the same air And bleed the same blood But I ain't got love for these n***as Throwing up gang signs up in my pictures But still I'm a neutral, n***a But if it came down to my n***as I ride for my n***as, do it to you n***as [Hook] Mama ain't birth no p**y My pops ain't raised no b**h It's fuel to the fire Real n***a sh** who run it And n***as talk a lot doing, but who done it Get money, if it ain't about a dollar I don't hit it, I'm a man Understand, ain't another I'm fearing, 800 Mama ain't birth no p**y My pops ain't raised no b**h It's fuel to the fire [Verse 2] I got money on my mind n***a Money on that 9 n***a Play around with mines And I put money on your moms n***a Got a couple hoes down for the slob n***a Freak b**h top me off n***a Goons all on my squad n***a Got shooters that's good for the job And n***as know my stylo Better keep it peace bro If I see E on my pie You gonn' rest in peace bro' If you want it, you can catch a n***a Young reckless n***a riding round town Windows down on a d**h wish n***a Thugging since I saw a belly on a tv screen We lick c**aine, legs fantasies One of the bad b**h missicks Big a** slim hips that will love to empty my drink Break it down for a n***a, lay it down for a n***a Stick around for a n***a, touch it down for a n***a Misery up in my cup, what Pink kisses got me stumped, what? Purple lady feel me up, huh On the road to a soul, speeding through the lames Dripping on the curbs Holing on the frame Call my painting to the purple And my pa**ion in the paint So my sins in the stain Dividends, but these divas on my penis kid I'm telling you I got all these b**hes Thinking they phoenixes b**h I thought you was in love with the genius Ain't all about the an*l, now you next feature my fetus Said you wanted colab with a n***a right Genius turn to genius, now he pa**ing milk every night p**y don't mean as much as it used before n***a famous I was deucing in the poom poom Now all these n***as street n***as and high fashion Ain't hard to cop that vinci when you got some thousands stacking Harder on some rarris when you single platinum Touring the world it made you find a b**h with a foreign accent Porsche cayenne, baby mama call it honesty Now the dreadlock beautiful dark choose fantasy ? and all these model b**hes tryina be cool with my mama [Hook]