Samurai Track - Bonfire Remix lyrics

[Verse 1] Trade my b**h in for a new b**h, call that sh** NASDAQ Gone be everywhere in life, cept for a casket Alliterating on these n***as cause I flow fantastic Man I'm real and these phony b**hes plastic Don't imitate my sh** cause you could neva match it I ball hard despite all the odds, you can call me magic My flow so fast and crazy, this sh** is rapid and rabid And I got a bad b**h, yeah I got a bad chick Everytime she call though, I make her think there's static And yeah I'm ecstatic, when I get up on the track Spit fire flames you'd think I lit a match When in my fact, my flows so fast, it just causes friction These rappers claim they sick I'm just writing the prescription Cause I'm the f**ing doctor, and I'm on a mission To operate on the game, and revive that sh** Man I got ill flows and they ain't about my b**h Cause my thoughts extend beyond mackin b**hes and gettin green Fifteen and I'm brown, spittin sh** you ain't neva seen I got so many metaphors, you would think that I was wayne My flow is just so crazy, man this sh** just can't be tamed Insane, f**ing crazy, outta brooklyn just like jay z But now I'm livin in long island, from a honda to mercedes Maybe, you ain't meant for this game Yes I'm a rapper but I am not the same I'm unique, you antique You just spit I got technique I'm elite, I got you beat, man you just defeat My paper gone be tall your paper gone be petite On me, n***as sleep, well rather n***as slept They ain't listen to my sh**, cause they ain't consider me a threat I'mma beast I'mma beast, someone let me off my leash I'mma father to the game, and these rappers are my niece Then they listen to my sh** and I got em on they knees begging "please!" [Bridge] Don't even try to diss me Cause dude, yo girl, she tried to kiss me Man than you I am better And believe I got yo chick wetter [Verse 2] I hop up on the track like I hopped up on yo mom Stick my dick into the beat now we f**in to the song That ain't even make sense but in my head it did But my head is so f**ed up, every thought is a sin Betta call yo next of kin, cause I'm bout to f**ing k** ya It's only some time before I be rollin in da millions k** them, all but I ain't odd future Listening to my ryhmes puts these n***as in a stupor Man I'm the best of my age and that ain't finna change My music gone spread like the black plague