Open Fire

Wait to see

Letter Z

Remember V

We're all bad

Wait to see, sheesh

Some days, need the heavy storms, I'm just saying (I'm just saying)

Sometimes, need the heavy storms to find strength inside your roots

In my city, like a tourist in some strange environments

I'm a homebody, I don't like these nobodies, no, I don't

No hobbies, always on the job, going all out

Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile

I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, a DNA is not for style

We came up from the open fire, real ****, they can never die

I'm a homebody

I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me

We can make our own money (money, yeah)

No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze

In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off

Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)

Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)

Taking the risk, cut off a bitch (yeah)

Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist

Now that I'm back, get off of my bag

I'm in my golden state like Curry, ****

Load the clip, I pull that trigger

Fuck around, make you meet the reaper

Slow clap for them late night sleepers

These **** are wack, bitches are trash

Lappin' these hoes when I'm running the track

Came from the East, repping the North

Clowns in my comments, they makin' me laugh

More money in, no money out

Pray to the Lord when I'm feeling the doubt

Blood on my shoes (shoes)

No hobbies, always on the job, going all out

Love it when they count me out, but I come from the fucking Nile

I've walked through snakes and crocodiles, DNA is not for style

We came up from the open fire, real ****, they can never die

I'm a homebody

I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me

We can make our own money (money, yeah)

No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze

In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off

Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)

Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)

Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch

Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist

Now that I'm back, get off of my bag

Macro patience, micro urgency

In God, we trust, just wait and see

And bitch, I'm blessed from A to Z

But you ain't walking in my feet

You ain't knowing where I've been

I'm a sinner, I'm a saint

I'm a hero, I'm a villain

I'm a seed that they done buried in the earth

See me rise from the dirt

From the lies, I deter

And no, I'm not from this world

I'm praying for my enemies

I work to be a better me

They know not what they do to me

Forgive them, but they dead to me

I'm a homebody

I don't fuck with nobody unless you tryna grow with me

We can make our own money

No hobbies, always on the road, hardly any time to doze

In the kitchen by the stove, take your shoes off

Flick of the wrist (yeah-yeah)

Hit it or miss (hit it or miss)

Taking the risk (taking the risk), cut off a bitch

Caught me a lick, flick of the wrist

Now that I'm back, get off of my bag

Wait to see

Letter Z

Remember V

We're all bad

I'm outside

I'm a band

Do your thing