[Intro: DJ Self & Diddy]
Firebird
This one is called "Feel Stronger"
Feautrin' that boy, Diddy (What you don't realize is)
Aasim, DJ South (What when you hate on a motherfucker)
Haha (You just make a nigga like me)
Straight heat rock (Fuckin' stronger)
You see it, you see it, motherfuckers!
Aasim, get 'em
[Verse 1: Aasim]
Lights, camera, action, fuckers, construction Timbs and black
Chukkas on suckers, feel the wind from my Dukes of Hazzard Double mufflers, my city buried under
Other niggas cross overs us while the originators suffer
I love to be the underdog, I shit and piss on the world
Like a thunderstorm, one song, your son is gone
One nation, under God, hard body wrath
Guns bust leavin' yo' truck and your body tacked
And there's no crown, to this slave's rhythm
My nigga, Biggie, took the crown to the grave with 'em
Real Bad Boy, ask Puffy 'bout me
While you doubt me, I'm attackin' your Twin Towers like a Saudi
Hideaway in Maui with a bitch that drives a Audi five-thou-wee
Aasim, they gon' write a book about me
As my story's told, walkin', the streets are cold
Hopin' they turn to diamonds before my body cold, uh
Firebird
This one is called "Feel Stronger"
Feautrin' that boy, Diddy (What you don't realize is)
Aasim, DJ South (What when you hate on a motherfucker)
Haha (You just make a nigga like me)
Straight heat rock (Fuckin' stronger)
You see it, you see it, motherfuckers!
Aasim, get 'em
[Verse 1: Aasim]
Lights, camera, action, fuckers, construction Timbs and black
Chukkas on suckers, feel the wind from my Dukes of Hazzard Double mufflers, my city buried under
Other niggas cross overs us while the originators suffer
I love to be the underdog, I shit and piss on the world
Like a thunderstorm, one song, your son is gone
One nation, under God, hard body wrath
Guns bust leavin' yo' truck and your body tacked
And there's no crown, to this slave's rhythm
My nigga, Biggie, took the crown to the grave with 'em
Real Bad Boy, ask Puffy 'bout me
While you doubt me, I'm attackin' your Twin Towers like a Saudi
Hideaway in Maui with a bitch that drives a Audi five-thou-wee
Aasim, they gon' write a book about me
As my story's told, walkin', the streets are cold
Hopin' they turn to diamonds before my body cold, uh
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