Cheap Lighters

[Intro]

[Verse]
On the hunt like Kraven for some female precipitation
I think that I could stand the rain if she not playing no games
And I know I'm lyrical, but I'm not your savior
Please, find somebody who ain't ignorant, pay attention to what he's saying
Boy, I be making them bangers if you could find one
Ain't nobody better but TYG or Dylan
Hanging orange shirts on a hanger, talking to strangers, see I've always been a rebel
I slightly levitate, my feet the touch the ground, get on my level
I hate trap rap, yeah the son of the cauldron calling the kettle black
So free Boosie, Max B, bring Remy Ma back
I'm always lighting fires 'cus my niggas are tired of garbage rap
And cold shoulders of women I used to have interest in isn't really worth much
But it still hurts, I can't lie much
That's entire bonds on the wire, like World War promises that always expire
See, I be going hard for cheese, so I could buy me a dollar hamburger
Cocaine decorated coffins, for future drug dealers
Paid for by reverends with revenue
And reference supplied by thug niggas who all doing nose candy
And they swear they can't be no realer, but they get caught up, they rat you out to them gorillas in a hot minute
We call those them hot-pockets, keep flavors if you good with 'em
You know the ones who advertised purple lean like they Magilla
And I advertise for them poor niggas that only buy groceries once a month
Too rich, but too poor for EBT, Ebenezer Scrooge Theorem
But I guess you'll never know, if you in that center fold
If your moms sacrifices some food for your new clothes, and you tell her just to leave you alone
'Cus you're in your calm, and I guess you're sick of her woes
But don't that make your personality look poor, Edgar Allan
Tryna see if Raven would hop up on this track
And missing conversations with Cierra
Wishing that she would come back, gahdamn wishing I wasn't so ignorant
Wishing that Cierra would come back, but where's the empathy

[Hook]
Back when I used to rock my Adidas, back when I used to rock my Adidas
(repeat 4x)
All them niggas with the forks don't eat, all them niggas with the forks don't eat
All them niggas that be rapping bout the trap ain't in them streets, all them niggas ain't in them streets

Get your, your cheap lighters, and light that fire, we'll take you higher
Don't you, see us burn brighter
Don't act like you don't hear us, the struggle that we go through, is much more than smoke and mirrors

And we came to take you high, so I can pay my bills on time