paroles de chanson Hierarchy - Ka-Flame

(My flow so insane)
Tell me who you know, that could flow, with the Flame
Take one dose, it'll blow, out ya brain
Get too close, got a scope, with the aim
Know my shit dope, but most, niggas lame
Claiming they hot, it's a shame, they not
Dang, why they never say my name, on the spot
Came here to plot, guess they plainly forgot
I'm cooking Flo'caine, I done stained, all the pots
They complain, but I'm not, even tripping
Giving what they can't deny
God Flow, like I'm with the angels, in the sky
Still don't give a fuck, middle fingers, up high
Screaming fuck the fame, that remains, till I die
Ain't the one to try, cause I'm ill with this shit
No cure for it, gotta live with this shit
27 years, how I deal with this shit?
Name a rapper that ya feel, I couldn't kill with this shit, bitch

In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back
In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back

See they strongly attack, the realest of the real
Feeling that the skills, I reveal, they can heal
Or either they can kill, nigga's better chill
They in it for the thrills, stacking dollar bills
Rapping 'bout them pills, lack'n but you still
Swear you 'bout that action, cause you pack'n, that steal
Shit we know you acting, you ain't blasting it, for real
Wrap 'em up in plastic, in a casket, you're concealed
Now you niggas is gone, you ain't living long
When them triggers getting blown,
Busting through ya bones, disfiguring ya dome
At the funeral home, now ya pictures getting shown
All on the news, if you fall then you lose
Go against the crew, nigga yall better choose
Another fuckin' option, they gone get it popp'n
Then it ain't no stopping, all the "G" shit we dropping, nigga

In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back
In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back

Can't compare me to these rappers, they ain't rhyming well
Album after album, what they trying to sale?
Still don't see my vision, niggas blind as hell
Will I ever make a million, only time will tell
Sick of hearing all my people, dying in jail
Posted on the block, pack'n iron and shells
Soul searching ain't working, trying to find themselves
I'm riding with my Queen, and she fine as hell
God damn, why these niggas looking mad though?
Claiming yall was out here, really makin' mad dough
Thought that yall was really having, all the cash flow
Some months pass, I'm just asking, where the cash go?
Where the cash went, we talking past tense?
At the strip club, guess that's where ya cash spent?
Know they're blow'd, like being exposed, to a bad vent
Money talks and, mine got an accent, damn

In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back
In my zone, on these tracks
Sittin' on the throne, make it known, it's a fact
Killing these rappers, they're known, to be whack
Posted in the front, they belong in the back