BACKDRAFT Lyrics

Yeaaa

Feels good!

Ayo I'm stuntin w tha girls I'm usually w the boys

We dun observed all the hate still we patient and poised

These mid pack ass rap bitches never spittin gas bitches

Hype each other up but I'm the one they avoid

My bare face stops a hustlers pace mid race defy gravity & hate & so it ain't no debate

Slim reaper killin only the real can relate

Ain't no church in the wild so I rap wit the Gods

It's not a facade I know these rappers wanna be YaH

Too hard for u to bite down, bitch

Kodack pics to find flaws hatin hos zoom in on my pics

Call me Shaq the way I put my whole coast on my back

Or maybe Kobe I slowly expose tha game where it lacks

Yo vision is wack,

These pussy raps sound trash might kidnap a rapper throw her ass In the back

My squad hungry while they movin funny

I came for respect power & money, WEST

Hiphop

Is bigger than religion

Hiphop

Is bigger than my niggas

Yes

We don't need no water

Let that muthafucka BURN MUTHAFUCKA

Burn it all down

All we store is energy

Devilishly heavenly

They only like peasant me

I still give them the better me

Uhh hold an emcee for ransom

Or hit em w the blocka make 'em dance

More drums than Buju bantum

Got my game from massa massa

I ain't brothers keeper breakkum down for his diamonds & his platinum

Devastated babies Throwin tantrums

Widow holdin on to dear sanity

A tragedy community catastrophe

Another black super hero lost in the sauce flyies high in the galaxy

I'm talking Nip, XXX

Talk in' Mac Dre big and pac

Mo murder mo murder can the murdering stop

they popped Pop Smoke before he could pop

Shot Scott la rock and Dolla

and Pnb Rock, on the westcoast Drakeo died at his own show…

Who knew a simple game of dice would end Takeoff's life

I weep hard for my fallen brothers & the single mothers left behind

Pray for the peace in the rap game