Alliance White, Kohr36 - FIRESTARTER Lyrics

I done
Stumble on this while I was high as a bitch
And I've been
Fumbling thoughts of maybe killing this shit
So I gun
Funnel the shots right through the ink of the pen
And I run
Puzzle the dots I'm on the brink of this man
Like I was sixteen with a big dream
But I had no hope
Yeah know this shit seem like it quickly
Run round your throat
And I was in that boat
Like where the fuck I go?
But I done practiced this rap shit
With a dope ass flow
Now rope a dope
It opened up a couple eyes of the masses
Rise through the ashes
And glide on your asses
Yeah
Making waves around the cul-de-sac
Dick game good enough I guarantee she calls you back
This ain't good nobody ever wants to call you
That's bitch made wood a fire starter wouldn't copy that
Pop
At every single venue dude
Jasper ave to Whyte
This is what I'm born to do bitch
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Oo
Yeah
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Pardon the interruption
But we commencing the purge
Like finally oh the irony
Cus the goatboy lead the herd
I got drip
They got thirst
No one like me
I’m the first
I got so much fucking drive
I hit you with my car then I reverse
I ain’t been without my seed of doubt
Gotta go out back and plant it first
I’m better at my worst can’t open up
Cus there's a can of worms
The last man standing left-stranded alone on planet earth
Came up to me all manic like kohr I'm a big fucking fan of yours
I’m Chilling at the top
They hoping I don’t stay there
I Wonder why they choking when we breathing in the same air
I’ve been stepped and slept on by the old heads with grey hair
If they Talk that shit-again I’ll send the homies
Wayfair
My competition missing
Got they faces on milk cartons
They said that kohr was done bitch
I beg your fucking pardon
I’m spacing out I’m racing all these spaceships like a Martian
Giving birth to a fire ass track call it arson
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Oo
Yeah
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
I don't fuck on no chick but my own
This the meat to the bone
Make me reap what I sow
And I reapered this song
Guess he featuring on this joint like a tendon
And not to mention
I'm real as fuck no pretending
A smith and Wesson
Ain't matching shots that I'm blessing your ears with
I know I'm the nearest
The point that I'm fearing when passing my peers
What do I do I done never been here
But I don't
Fall or timber
I'm so
Far in winter
That I'm used to the shoulder that's rolling me over
When sending all my shit to them pages they blowing me over
Like leaves
Up in the breeze
Blowing the trees
This what I do
People like Jesus Christ
Your aim too nice
When you hop on the mic
I'm like yes guess you might
Like the bombs that I'm dropping like Nagasaki
On backs like a fucking jockey
I feel like nobody can stop me
Couple of minutes talking I'm gone

I done
Stumble on this while I was high as a bitch
And I've been
Fumbling thoughts of maybe killing this shit
So I gun
Funnel the shots right through the ink of the pen
And I run
Puzzle the dots I'm on the brink of this man
Like I was sixteen with a big dream
But I had no hope
Yeah know this shit seem like it quickly
Run round your throat
And I was in that boat
Like where the fuck I go?
But I done practiced this rap shit
With a dope ass flow
Now rope a dope
It opened up a couple eyes of the masses
Rise through the ashes
And glide on your asses
Yeah
Making waves around the cul-de-sac
Dick game good enough I guarantee she calls you back
This ain't good nobody ever wants to call you
That's bitch made wood a fire starter wouldn't copy that
Pop
At every single venue dude
Jasper ave to Whyte
This is what I'm born to do bitch
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Oo
Yeah
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Pardon the interruption
But we commencing the purge
Like finally oh the irony
Cus the goatboy lead the herd
I got drip
They got thirst
No one like me
I’m the first
I got so much fucking drive
I hit you with my car then I reverse
I ain’t been without my seed of doubt
Gotta go out back and plant it first
I’m better at my worst can’t open up
Cus there's a can of worms
The last man standing left-stranded alone on planet earth
Came up to me all manic like kohr I'm a big fucking fan of yours
I’m Chilling at the top
They hoping I don’t stay there
I Wonder why they choking when we breathing in the same air
I’ve been stepped and slept on by the old heads with grey hair
If they Talk that shit-again I’ll send the homies
Wayfair
My competition missing
Got they faces on milk cartons
They said that kohr was done bitch
I beg your fucking pardon
I’m spacing out I’m racing all these spaceships like a Martian
Giving birth to a fire ass track call it arson
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
Oo
Yeah
This is what I'm on
I be getting started you know I ain't ever done
I be going harder than another marathon
I be flowing hotter than a fucking fire starter
I don't fuck on no chick but my own
This the meat to the bone
Make me reap what I sow
And I reapered this song
Guess he featuring on this joint like a tendon
And not to mention
I'm real as fuck no pretending
A smith and Wesson
Ain't matching shots that I'm blessing your ears with
I know I'm the nearest
The point that I'm fearing when passing my peers
What do I do I done never been here
But I don't
Fall or timber
I'm so
Far in winter
That I'm used to the shoulder that's rolling me over
When sending all my shit to them pages they blowing me over
Like leaves
Up in the breeze
Blowing the trees
This what I do
People like Jesus Christ
Your aim too nice
When you hop on the mic
I'm like yes guess you might
Like the bombs that I'm dropping like Nagasaki
On backs like a fucking jockey
I feel like nobody can stop me
Couple of minutes talking I'm gone