YSC Bee-K - F.W.F (Fire With Fire)

I'm Fighting fire with fire tell that luh boi he get close
Then he just might get burned i'm inna audi ah coop Speedn will counting them racks This the shit i den earned
I gotta dollar or 2 only for a hand few nigga fuck with you heard
I never speak onna nigga active with the glitzy
I swear ima man of my work red rum steady screaming man
Down cought him lakn onna onna wrong side of town hit his ass with a teck he fouled Say the murder
Rate rising its higher then ever be for won't do me like topic sha
Cor i keep a gun on my lap wen i'm up inna car i won't suff that Bitch under the floor cz Ik ah goofy he gone try an take be been having them racks so they hate me an wen i Pop pills i get ah la crazy but i shoot my shots like i'm dk say just a of the ralls shouts Out to the gang kenneth ave baby
You can take me out the hood but can't take the hood but can't take
The hood out of me product of my city i just wanna make sure that
My family dey straight an my brother's they earn came from hard
Times I ain't have a dime remember dem nights wen a nigga couldn't
Eat then did some luh shit that they say was for rappers now I'm
Getting paid for a vurs an a feat i need 30 or better to be on tv
Cz it ain't just me Bitch it's me an da team an i work
Alone never needed no help less i'm up inna trap weighing up
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Written by:
devin session

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