mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park Barrels spray the brighter flame
love somebody You better let it out Don't hold it back While you're trying to figure it out Don't be timid Don't be afraid to hurt Run toward the flame
number [J. Cole - Chorus] [Wale] Roc Nation, Wale look, Cole World, still a cold world and a couple ya is cool but we a little more thorough whole town, a little
winds have changed, it seems, That they've abandoned us. The truth hurts, and so does yesterday What good is love, if it burns bright explosion flames
We're the ones with the flame (Yeah) We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's
'cause you got a little check cut You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
tryinG like the little enGine that could You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should (Hook) (Verse2) Call me Gucci flocca flame
flippin' hundreds, get the young blood Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor Gettin' more dough, ground hard, go Black diamond show, watch the flame
flipping hundreds get the young Blood Show them where it go Floating on the floor Getting more dough Grind hard go Black diamond show Watch the flame
lights lights do hit the lights lights lights Lil Wayne:- yeah cash money till the end of me we family, his a friend of me make real nigga moves you pretending to be little
t s'posed to step on this shit like King Kong see as a child I was born with an old soul see I would breath heavy, flame would shoot out of my nose hole
time rider, 911 survivor,yeah I feel u, and who am I to try to keep hope alive When I'm seeing dead babies floating by Damn, burning buildings, flamed
x2 They said that chico there on fire boy And that's the truth That chico get nasty that chico get wild Boy that chico get's loose He spits off flames
[Lloyd:] We'll be kissin' in the club I know you feelin' me I can see we gonna need a little privacy So you can be as loud as you wanna be I got an idea
the middle of every little riddle you're chillin' on the border of a bi-polar disorder i guess you really did trip when you fell on his dick that's the flame
Well, I'm flying down desert streets Wrapped in mother's wine and sheets Asbestos boots on flaming feet Dreaming of forbidden treats When uniforms on
're tryin' to show me ? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon, liberate me From the middle of eternity Something hooks her little
souls like I always meet I fell for you like a little child Ohh, and flames got wild I fell into that burning ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames