Rambo LaFlame - No Chorus, Pt. 3

Bitch I’m cold hearted they calling me Frozone the way that I slide
Watch how I glide, not with the pelicans, hop in the ride
All of that talking for the birds
Catch him in the driveway
I had to hit him where it hurts
Gotta do it my way
they call me king like I’m Martin
Army 300 like we with the spartans
Call me LaFlame when I’m spark it
Shoutout to Travis I light up my targets
My brotha Eli a Rager
We go for gold like the Lakers
I got a squad full of ragers but
You shouldn’t fuck with the twin
Now yo shirt crimson we aiming for chins
We just embracing our sins
Learn from a loss then we focus on wins
Balling like Shaq at the rim
Call from the reaper its bouta get grim
Shot to the body not aiming for the limbs
Feel like the Carter
Shark in the water so don’t try to swim
How i go stupid like Ed, Edd and Eddy
Thought you was running the culdesac, you know that we to run it back
Slick Rick like, do do do do
Spit like a uzi
Better keep up and don’t lose me
I feel invincible
Hate when they say I’m predictable
Niggas be flexing with money but that just be typical
My money digital
Never been one for the lacking, slacking
We just been making it happen, action
Never with none of that capping rapping
My brothas already had it
If you don’t think that I’m packing, stacking,
I get the tech like he hacking
Sick in the head, but I don’t need an aspirin
Clean up the beat but I don’t need a napkin
Sewer route, saw you with the sewer rats
Level up, party like its Superbad
Pockets fat, overweight, sumo match
Uzi clap, lurking why you doing that
Shorty like Bruce Banner, why you wanna smash for the green
I might throw a pass to the team
Hook shot balling like Kareem
Ain’t mine she a Billy Jean
Ain’t mine she a woah yeah
Ain’t mine she a Billy Jean
Whip it mean I can do a whole different scheme with it
Stacking paper, and you getting rocked if niggas really wanna take a lean with it
RIP I guess ya team in it
I can't even rest in peace
I don’t really know why the be testing in me
Never besting me in a best of 3
Up down left right feeling like a cheat code
Imma light up, if he wanna go beast mode
He don’t wanna stick to the street code
Now I’m getting foul, two shots like a free throw
Flow is stupid going super human, you can see me zooming out in space
Blast off with the mask off, you should look yo killer in his face
Call me Rambo LaFlame
Drip is so stupid it might be insane
We making plays
Shoot like I’m Booker i pull up and finish the game
You getting money don’t know why you spend it but watch how i stack it boy we not the same
You don’t get commas boy finish yo sentence and you don’t be swerving boy stay in lane
Bitch I’m a savage i sit with the sickos
Ball on em niggas like I’m at the disco
Chillin with villains we not with the heroes
Finna touch down like we back in the end zone
On god
Rambo Laflame

Written by:
Rajuan Boyd

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