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crooked i - fireflies freestyle lyrics

(intro)
yo, (c.o.b), remember when back in the day n-gga’s didn’t wanna go pop?
this some pop sh-t, f-ck y’all im going pop
why y’all n-ggas can’t smile, gangsta’s can’t smile?

shinin’ like i’m ten million fireflies
if i fall, crooked i will rise
i arrive in the fliest rides
sittin’ on wires, the tires wide
the process of sh-ttin’ on you has been finalized
but i ain’t n0body to idolize
they didn’t expect this nut to bust in the game
but i came by surprise
i came from the gutter
now nothin’ can stop me from speakin’ not even a stutter
nothin’ on the bread but b-tter
nothin’ but government cheese in the cupboard
i used to hate it but it made me stronger so now i love it
before i was hoppin’ in ‘64’s
momma was shoppin’ in thrift stores, coppin’ her kids’ clothes
popular kids know little dominick’s p-ss poor
look now, dominick intriago get dough
and i still get har-ssed by them n-z- cops
that used to chase a lil’ n-gga when the block was hot
choke me out with a baton, how many rocks you got
then they wonder why we grow up and bust shots with glocks
go police your own hood, get the f-ck outta mine
guess you wanna see us dead one thug at a time
no food in your fridge inspires a hustler’s grind
watchin’ your momma cry over bills will f-ck with your mind
started runnin’ with some armed robbin’ home invaders
them rich folks, they took a look at the chrome and paid us
the whole ghetto was criminals, it was so contagious
when in rome, look at what becoming roman made us
dark-hearted, i just hit a l!ck
then i hopped in the whip and couldn’t get the car started
them n-ggas that i robbed, they gathered up their guns
they came out shootin’, i wasn’t a hard target
shots came rippin’ through the metal and gl-ss
the engine cranked, i ducked, hit the petal and smashed
bullet holes in the front, bullet holes in the rear
i jumped out without a scratch, guess i’m supposed to be here
i’m thinkin’ my mother’s prayers probably kept me alive
god let me come out the car, coulda left me inside
but, uh, sometimes i wonder why he let me survive
especially since so many done met a deadly demise
d-mn, prolly to tell the world my million-dollar story
when it come to lyrics, the sh-t that you spittin’ kinda corny
your written’s kinda bore me
i’m raisin’ the bar from n-gga’s who were spittin’ hot before me
f-ck getting’ the top 40
i’m magic on the mic, every verse you hear is voodoo
i’ma gang starr n-gga, the world premier guru
i’m still a pimp; your girl her rear coo-coo
come here take off that la pearl br-ssiere boo-boo
and now you f-ckin’ with a ridah
both started singin’ when i stuck the sh-t inside ‘em
like

(sings fireflies original hook)

[refrain]

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