Waka Flocka Flame - Fire Squad (Freestyle) lyrics

n***as actin' like they're kings 'til i walk up on their throne Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings Red alert on the beam... Flocka home The kids misdirected and the cops are wrong Man they rattin' on each other, then they back at home Actin' like it never happened, backstabbin' What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex I'm goin' at your head, who the best? Cut the check, closed mouths never get fed Take the food off your plate, chew it in your face I can't hear your sh**, moment of silence Condonin' the violence if you're proposin' a rising Their fan base mad I k**ed their favorite rapper I'm still your favorite trapper's favorite trapper f** freestyles, k** 'em with the written rhymes And all you cokehead rappers better get in line No subliminals, I'm direct gettin' off Your clique is soft, let your b**h kick it with a boss We're two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes Call our failure pain, feel like I was born again This the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle In the cypher I ignite you - boom! It's a cold f**in' world and I'm sneezin' bricks And we got grey tickets, on my season sh** Break them chickens down, then we season it Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy flip Crush my enemies, they just envy me Now it's business entities, it was meant to be Squad life 'til they sentence me to centuries Can't get to me, I handle sh** differently We never had sh**, wonder why we lootin' If he ain't got a pistol, why the f** he shootin'? I think them d** pollutant, should've stayed a student But then I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the blueprint Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it And when I do, lay it down, ain't no f**in' movement They like, "Flock, what up with EDM?" Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win 50 thou for a verse, I don't need a friend And I don't really like your music, so why pretend? And how you g**nin' after you're famous? Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless You rappers are an*s, I'm clappin' the stainless This accurate aimin', start droppin' your names in It's a new world order Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughterin' our daughters And they're k**in' all our sons, this sh** ain't just for fun We used to put our hands up and box on the block Now you put your hands up and get shot by a cop I sat first cla** by Donnie McClurkin He said, "God got a plan, young man, keep workin'" I know, Flocka!