Flame Lyrics

Mile High Mafia

They hear me comin

I dont entertain no bullshit

Dawg

Locked and Loaded

Every verse a Mac-11

I made 7 by 11

Aint too good with first impressions

I can smell they whole intention

I made peace with all the reverends

Use religion as a weapon

They dont represent God

I can see through all they blessings

I aint tryin to disrespect

It's the epitome

Of what you coulda been

If you really got whats into me

I'm finna let it off, Yeah I'm here to break em off

I aint used to takin losses

Be Cautious, cause they could really check you off

Ooh

Whats the science they talkin like they gorillas

Got the whole zoo scared

But them lions they gon feel us

I got rappin automatic, I been good with all the static

They see real and they can recognize

Or get it how they actin

I recovered all my crosses

Ran the city with some bosses

I went back to being broke

And now I'm right back up to ballin

I aint coo with being woke

Cause thats a label for the jokes

And if you really pay attention

They invented what you quotin

I ain't talkin all that drama

Cause I'm back to being cutthroat

Gun smoke, all up in the booth

Like I bucked four

If I get it on the block

I got it shakin by the mornin

If I can't meet with Sinatra

I know D'll get it loaded

You can hear them when the wolves cry

Yeah reload it

I aint been this ready since

That Adams County stint we goated

I'm a beast when I release

I got 'em shakin in a tree

And why you say you run the block

And you aint even pay a fee

I'm chaotic when I creep

I dont satisfy the hunger till we leave 'em in a creek

Hold up, I'm actin up

Track by track like Makaveli

All the lyrics spit are deadly

Every word I said is heavy

I been down that road already

I went cruisin in a Chevy

Black Impala lookin sexy

Say she wanna give me box

But then she kick it with the opps

I tell her give me what you got

And then I never knew you stop

Underrated, never faded

Hardly ever duplicated

I can transfer all the statements that they made

With evil faces

I'm berated when I speak

On insecurities that's deep

And I dont trust the ones thats speakin on the ones

That help me sleep

God help me when I leap

I think I'm close to hittin E

This a mind frame, Kings game

Reframe, It's insane

the way I twist the bars like big chains

On big gang

Run it, Run it up

Just ask them suckas in your circle if

I give a fuck

I got an appetite for loot

I hop up in the coupe

I see them comin for me

I'mma have to let it loose

Inception, the lyric legend

The brethrens is always steppin

A second, a photo record

A message of introspection

In heaven I'm still a blessing

The reverend I make connections

Complexion of lyric weapons

Objections lead to collections

Affection is not reflection

Projection of Misconceptions

Attention I'm in your section

Confession this my profession...