Matches

(Verse 1 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic) cs I sit here staring at the flame, I see the beauty in destruction What once was so powerful, reduced to only nothin Where it once was so loud, no one can hear a sound But, if they could, would they even be around Well, I guess you can say, it's in the eye of the beholder Most niggas who catch fire, start givin' the cold shoulder Women who catch fire, the target of affection Build em up to break em down, circle of life inside that lesson Spaz out, cash out, roll 7's and I pass out Gamble wit my life, like my credit cards is maxed out Young, reckless, but  never fashion conscious Cause I was Pullin' women, in pajamas at the Patment Now I'm movin' up, toolin' up and plotting wit the Scheme Wear so many different hats, it don't matter who on the team Me and my niggas tryna get it, grinding to make it happen Waiting to catch fire, till then we jus matches (Verse 2 C.O.D. DecaturboyMusic) cs I sit here staring at a river, I wonder where it leads Huh, still waters run deep, swift current carves canyons Wind patterns start to form, a butterfly flaps its wings Katrina tropical storm, How did we get here!? Where are we going? What separates us from our dreams c river or an ocean? Going wit the flow But I'm still fighting with changing tides Under tow, and these sharks is still trying to eat me aliiiive Man vs Wild, I pray that I keep on winning cnd The Lord have it in his will to see me through this sinning Got my, head in the clouds, feet on the ground One step after the next Fearing each one bring me closer to success or death Damn, either would bring me peace But until the day I'm deceased Me and my niggas trying to get it Grinding to make it happen Waiting to catch fire... Til then we just matches (Verse 3 P. Henry Trotter IV) Problems to address, but don't have enough stamps Laundry loads of rhythm, but don't know the right dance The name is important, hope you build the right brand They want to catch the flame, but don't have the right hands Tough yard's clstot, y'all free all Scott Walk in to the game, raw talent Hard Knocks But spent a many day, on the hardwood blacktop cnd we still making plays, bra give us our props Need a light when that nicotine bite Pryor set the fire, saw the humor in his life Prior to Richard, Jeremiah made it known To let the fire out, Don't leave shelled up in ya bones Because, because the roof the grass Damn yo ass on fire too We don't need no water, we just need that right juice Me and my niggas trying to get it Grinding to make it happen Waiting to catch fire... Til then we just matches