Текст песни Fire Kicking Tree Limbs (feat. Money Makin Nique) - EarthGang feat. Money Makin Nique

Uh, uh

Sittin' here, room getting smaller by the minute
Ain't enough space to fucking pivot
Ain't enough God in their eyes for forgiveness
We be in them trenches
Mind your fuckin' business
In the city where they value niggas tennis over tenants
Hoodrich baby what I call a death sentence
Momma check that bed every night, hope he in it
But you know we gotta get it, so we left his ID

Shit, anything go
Barely 17
Snow on the Bluff trickle down the bloodstreams
We be fired up, I ain't talkin' special teams
Got a goal, motherfucker, so I'm sewing up my seams
See, I gotta plug these holes up for the winter
And all these rats come in and try to share my dinner
Talkin' they working hard, niggas barely caught a splinter
I'm all up in her and when I'm finished, y'all can get her

Hahaha, they funny man
Tell em Nique, I been here
People street like a mirror
Selling fruit snacks in December
And them niggas behind me
Naw man, they ain't tenners
And naw, ain't got no temper
And naw, don't care bout sentencing

Quick to hand yo' ass a 12-piece like Mrs. Winners
Off healing, I'on know where we headed, God with us though
Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio
The way we take this rap niggas out, it's larceny, yo (qell, well, well)

Here come Nique with his black ass
Not only do I act bad, I lie and I carry arms like arachnids
Here ye, here ye
I'm lion motherfucking king
A peasant oppose? He'll be a dying motherfucking thing
I'm Tutankhamun if he would've stayed alive and learned to rhyme
Churning lines, adhesive herbs and turpentine, nigga wait
Burning time, forever earning mine
But it be certain times I'm laying low
Because for my demise the fucking serpent slides

O Goon got me, my Nefertiti, lil' Punjabi
Your rep ain't authentic but I'll admit, it is a cool copy
But I know niggas came just to hear me talk shit
Since the verse started, I ain't fucked a girl, or bought shit

So uh, cooley bitch with a french braid
Expensive sneakers dipped in gold
Porno star, she can lick a load
I'ma slime her face like Nickeload'
But it ain't green like Piccolo
I be picking hoes that love picking clothes
Got a sip of Michelob
Watching basketball

Can I live? Or won't you niggas die, I wasn't asking y'all
Fathom all and if you could, you'd see this nigga had the balls
Battle scars, I'm chillin' now
Your rent is what my Bally's cost
Yo' little bastards, y'all matter fact faggots (y'all, y'all, y'all)

Ah, snap that greenwise, ah-ha

At the back of the parking lot
Baby Doctur asked, "Why you crying mom?"
She ain't respond
She rarely did in those days
The parent's kids don't know pain
Then why do kids go insane?
Tuck 'em in and cut the lights, the whole room started change
Poltergeist performing pornographic images
Poof, my innocence has ended

According to scripture, we all was born demented
So why these niggas lookin' at me so defensive?
I had the necessary impulses to pulverize and indulge in vagina
When I blen', virtue and sin
Who died and made me king? I couldn't tell ya, I missed the funeral
I like the way this crown fit and I like the way her mouth spit and purr
Fiction for a legend
Cookin' up that poison, y'all be sure come back for seconds
Your soul'll get so low and that will cardiac arrest it
Rest assured, we rest in pieces if the recipe's affected

Invested in drugs, pussy, money, money, pussy, drugs
Invested in drugs, pussy, money, money, pussy, drugs
Guarantee she on her knees no matter who she loves
And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12-gauge
Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days (days, days, days, days)

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