Flames ft. DUNZA Lyrics

I got a book full of goals

Niggas be selling they souls

Know too much now I'm on

I do what I want on the run

You do what you want for the fun

They using your ignorance (nigga open up your eyes)

They taking your organs,

Got an agenda

Creating abominations

To flood the nations

And every country

Now they want us to suffer

Still, I Fuck like no other

I need my life

And my brother back

I need my rights and my reparations

I need stability to see what I can't envision

Instead, they killin' with contraceptive pills

Steel Pulse, Wild Goose Chase

Grow up (Woah)

All they preach is religion

So hypocritical thinking

You want but you never listen

A victim to the system

Yeah they want what you have

Feed us garbage

And expect us to grow, it's so sad

It's so, they can live forever on the low

Not to mention

They get organs like these chains, on the low

I would say this is the truth but

They got agendas

To sterilize and censor

What I'm feeling (everything I'm feeling)

To be alive, shit

What a feeling

So just be careful who you rockin' with

They move like counterfeit for real

(Is this all a mistake?)

Yeah

Why we move so fake? (Yeah)

Is this all a game? Woah, Ou

Let's light it up in FLAMES (Yeah)

Let's blow it up in FLAMES (Yeah)

Fuck the system, Fuck the game (Yeah)

Y'all too crooked I'm ashamed (Yeah)

Yeah! Let's blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in INSANE

Blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in INSANE

INSANE

Hmm

Let's blow it up in FLAMES

They dropping bombs on us, droppin uh (They dropping bombs)

They dropping bombs on us, eh eh (They dropping bombs)

Release the clones on us, aye aye (Release the clones)

They dropping bombs on us, eh eh (Ouu, They dropping bombs)

I got a book for ya head top

Dropping knowledge like Farrakhan

Me and broke don't get along

Sandy storms like alchemy

Find my way

Find clarity

Drop gems, no vanity

Western insanity

Held down like gravity

Bloody skies, these bloody days

You see it ain't fun

Bloody skies, bloody shoes

Still, I ain't run from the ONE

Bloody news, bloody coops

We just tune in and think it's enough

Like as if views are currency and we ain't thinking enough

We just thinking too much

We just fuckin like we don't give a fuck

Fuckin like the bedroom a circus

Back to the roots

Brother, I'm running

Back to the truth, Nigga stop running

They got us in a sunken place and it's real dark

They got us trippin thinking black ain't the purest of all (Woah)

Melanin (that's real shit)

God he hard at work for us

I'm scared he won't let us in

Cause all these demons roam around and we let em in

Changing consciousness (we hella lost in this)

When did clout and money become consciousness (When)

When did real and Fuckry become opposites (Opposites)

I got plans to show the world where the Prophet lives (Where the Prophet lives)

They say they gon' lift us up but do the opposites (the opposites)

I need reparations. (Uh huh)

Right now

For them plantations

Right now

(Is this all a mistake?)

Yeah

Why we move so fake? (Yeah)

Is this all a game? Woah, Ou

Let's light it up in FLAMES (Yeah)

Let's blow it up in FLAMES (Yeah)

Fuck the system, Fuck the game (Yeah)

Ya'll too crooked I'm ashamed (Yeah)

Yeah! Let's blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in INSANE

Blow it up in FLAMES

Blow it up in INSANE

INSANE

Hmm

Let's blow it up in FLAMES