Open Fire

Somedays need the heavy storms I'm just saying (I'm just sayin') 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 fuckin Nile I've walked through snakes and crocodiles This DNA is not for style We came up from the open fire Real niggas 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 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 Hit it or miss Takin the risk Cut off a bitch 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 nigga Load the clip I pull that trigger Fuck around make you meet the reaper Slow clap from them late night sleepers These niggas are wack Bitches are trash Lappin' these hoes when I'm running the track Came from the East reppin' the North Clown, in my comments stay makin' me laugh More money in no money out Pray to the lord when I'm feeling the doubt Blood on my shoes No hobbies always on the job Going all out Love it when they count me out But I come from the fuckin Nile I've walked through snakes and crocodiles This DNA is not for style We came up from the open fire Real niggas 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 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 Hit it or miss Takin 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 So 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 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 Hit it or miss Takin the risk Cut off a bitch Caught me a lick Flick of the wrist Now that I'm back Get off of my bag