Fire Kicking Tree Limbs

Sittin' here, room getting smaller by the minute

Ain't enough space to fucking pivot

Ain't enough God in they 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, Ion know where we headed, God with us tho

Bad chicks on the couch, that's Arsenio

The way we take this rap niggas out, its larceny, yo

Well, 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 terpentine, 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 here 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

Imma 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

Ya little bastards, y'all matter fact faggots y'all

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 blend, 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 swoll 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 love

And I'm a well-made, hell raising, son of a 12 gauge

Been on my Coolio since the Kenan and Kel days