Fire Squad (freestyle) Lyrics - Waka Flocka

Niggas actin' like they're kings 'til i walk up on their throne 

Take a piss, kiss the ring, know it hurts, know it stings 

Red alert on the beam... Flocka home 

The kids misdirected and the cops are wrong 

Man they rattin' on each other, then they back at home 

Actin' like it never happened, backstabbin' wow 

What's next? Another rapper dead, no flex 

I'm goin' at your head, who the best? 

Cut the check, closed mouths never get fed 

Take the food off your plate, chew it in your face 

I can't hear your shit, moment of silence 

Condonin' the violence if you're proposin' a rising 

Their fan base mad I killed their favorite rapper 

I'm still your favorite trapper's favorite trapper 

Fuck freestyles, kill 'em with the written rhymes 

And all you cokehead rappers better get in line 

No subliminals, I'm direct gettin' off 

Your clique is soft, let your bitch kick it with a boss 

We're two people from the bottom, we're just different lanes 

Cole I feel your pain, feel like I was born again 

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This the tiger and the lion, this is David and Goliath 

This Qua-ran and the Bible, this the pistol and the rifle 

In the cypher I ignite you - boom! 

It's a cold fuckin' world and I'm sneezin' bricks 

And we got grey tickets, on my season shit 

Break them chickens down, then we season it 

Re-press it, then send it, that's an easy flip 

Crush my enemies, they just envy me 

Now it's business entities, it was meant to be 

Squad life 'til they sentence me to centuries 

Can't get to me, I handle shit differently 

We never had shit, wonder why we lootin' 

If he ain't got a pistol, why the fuck he shootin'? 

I think them drugs pollutant, should've stayed a student 

But then I wouldn't be on stage givin' out the blueprint 

Holler at the movement, I'm about to lose it 

And when I do, lay it down, ain't no fuckin' movement 

They like, "Flock, what up with EDM?" 

Same rappers lowkey don't wanna see me win 

50 thou for a verse, I don't need a friend 

And I don't really like your music, so why pretend? 

And how you gangbangin' after you're famous? 

Swear half of you brainless, you rappers are aimless 

You rappers are anus, I'm clappin' the stainless 

This accurate aimin', start droppin' your names in 

It's a new world order 

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Made a dollar out a quarter, made some dollars out of quarters 

Now the show's across the boarders and they're slaughterin' our daughters 

And they're killin' all our sons, this shit ain't just for fun 

We used to put our hands up and box on the block 

Now you put your hands up and get shot by a cop 

I sat first class by Donnie McClurkin 

He said, "God got a plan, young man, keep workin'" 

I know, Flocka!