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Lyrify.me

End with Fire by Cris the Prophet Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

[Intro]
You know
Growin’ up
I knew
I was gonna be something special
Like really special
(laugh)
Orange County stand the fuck up !
It’s yo boy !
Flame Keeper y’all, Flame Keeper
And I’m back ugh !
What up jefa !
What up pops !
I’m droppin’ this shit
While I’m recording the next album y’all

[Verse 1]
Look out, cause this about to end with some fire
I came in the game, popped this bitch like a tire
Young Mexican Messiah, the DEA don’t want this wired
It’s that much fire, you the buyer
Mothafucka, I be the seller
Dweller, my specified space better
Hurt, but a proud settler
You talk shit on my mom ?
And I hit you like Zidane with the header
Yo I just hooked up with Jesse James
And after this track, just plaque me in the Hall of Fame
Like I say in the song March of Doom, my bust carved
And if you ask your girl, she’ll say I bust hard
I spill blood and yet still don’t attract sharks
I’m special like that, mothafucka I’m that raw
Mothafucka, I’m special ops
That’s why since birth, yo boy been avoidin’ the law
That ill, that real
Size of my dick so big, they compare it to Shaquille’s
And my range like Kobe, verses aim right
But watch me go left handed like Ginobli
Hit you like Shinobi, flow always sharp
I ain’t slangin’ this yet, and it’s already bought
Flame Keeper is here, Flame Keeper is Cris
The Flame Keeper so hot, grab his CDs with some mitts
Droppin’ mixtapes for free, just dropped an EP
This tapes being finished, as I record my LP
Next year, y’all gonna Enter My Realm
Second album so hot like Supreme Clientele
Shoutout to Ghost, Hip Hop is back let’s give it a toast
I’m the host, invitin’ all my guest
To witness greatness, even the gods are impressed
I told my boy Nes, Cris the Kid, will go down as the best
I’m here Hip Hop, I’m here Hip Hop
I will be remembered, when it’s my time to hit the fuckin’ box
We all go 6 feet under
But the Flame Keeper so hot, y’all gonna have to hire a plumber
Yo flow dumber, my flow heavy like a Hummer
I’ll fuck yo girl all Summer, and leave my cum in her
Money stackin’ now like the mob
Success came immediately, once I was able to clear out the fog
I run, you jog, and when I’m at the top
Y’all remembered, I layed this down with the mob
Wasted Talent Mob, big ups to Chuux
I covered our Single, he said “get your ass in the booth”
So I’m here no excuse, off 4 hour sleep
Regardless, knew would do my thang, walk out and say peace
In Anaheim, home of the halos
This track so fire, after its drops, I’ll even fuck J.Lo
And of course, had to hit this with profanity
My insanity, is on a whole another galaxy
Cause in the Milky Way, I milk my way
Out of any situation, that comes along my way
Everywhere my way, so tell greatness, Ima find her
I’m Cris the Kid, this shit ain’t for no minors
Told y’all, I would end this shit with some fire
[Outro]
Cris the Kid
Mothafuckas !
Shit
I just shut this bitch down yo
Game over