Chad- Greenwood Studios - Fire Squad (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Solo Jaxon] [Verse: Solo Jaxon] I tell 'em if they looking for me, find me in the wreckage n***as know like b**hes know, I'm down for breaking records But n***as know that b**hes won't go down for nothing lesser Than a couple retweets & likes on Instagram pictures Yes, I'm sending shots I'm putting nine up in ya' back My shawty riding shotty With the shotty in the back & yes, my cast behind me with that drama if you act, so Keep all that bullsh** or you can get yo' back broke No games, no Hasbro Yes I am a hazard Lyrically inclined ba*tard Silly me to think you feeling me The way I get on beats & ma** murder In the 5th degree Hold on, listen Bring it back again I attack again I step on mountains like they're curbs sh** I think I'm Shaq again My second win, I never lose I got my second wind I can go for days, I'll never stop I will never end Catch that Who you gon' be I'm a champ, my n***a Who is you gon' beat I'm a T-Rex Tell me who is you gon' eat I'm a carnivore with an appetite On you I feast Sink or sail You ain't gon' sell a single thing You'd prolly sell your mom & soul for a couple diamond rings Or, a couple shiny things You n***as can't tell the difference I'll pay some n***as to off you, they can't even tell you missing I pray my n***as will prosper & won't miss a single penny I pray you n***as get Oscars 'cause you acting like you with it I'm the eyes & y'all the blind, dawg I provide a seeing eye, dawg Like a seeing-eye dog You a b**h, that's TMI, dawg [Talking] [Verse 2: Solo Jaxon] I can see you ain't got as much rhythm as me I can drop in on a beat & deliver the heat I'm from that 5-0-1, I should've never seen 16 It's not that bad but by now you know I can k** 16s Or a 32, I'm a dirty dude Doing dirty sh**, like throwing dirt on you Dirt on my name Am I too real for you I see you out here struggling, so don't act like I don't feel for you You was my cousin why you act like I won't k** for you When we was younger, you was hungry I would steal for you Skittles, sodas, pizza, n***a I had gifts for you But f** that They swing, I swung back They shot, you bust back Yo' judgment I trust that No friends we blood that We hung where the bloods at, where the GDs & the cuhz at You hung your black rag, that Brain Dead, your pants sagged Bra** knuckles for the muh'f**as wanna talk tougher I saw that .45 you took to put 'em all under Hid a knife under our covers You said f** hoes, no we don't love 'em You said run from d**, no don't touch 'em & I listened 'cause I see what it did to you But little me wanted to be you & everything you did was nothing but the truth So I'ma spit it like a looser tooth I'm the sh** like I'm a number two Know I just set fire to the booth Set fire to you & your crew After I do, I chunk the deuce They know Solo Jack got the juice Flows got a couple, I ain't talking two Ask what the f** did he do Tellem, I just pulled a Jack Move Gone