Got a Guns N t-shirt, and never listened to the band Just being honest, I just thought that looked cool Hold up, do you who I am?
Turn the to Woodstock Retire? Don't that I could stop the way I ride the beat And fuck wave, I'ma die knowing that I did me I got some words and I let them die in me This is arena Our end up in the ground, does it even matter? Make good music, get what you put in Get out and go and leave the Now the hell did you think this is? We born dying, in-between we live Love, prosper, hands to the sky, catch a the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow Chain looking like belt Jacket something like a lion pelt Had to a break and find myself put me in a box by myself The same writers my rhymes Are the writers that I gentrify in Bed-Stuy I can't even see the hate, I probably check my eyes I got 50,000 phones at me in the sky
Between a rock and a place Cold blunted with a stone Firebreather, under a blood moon But the sun is coming up Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, yeah,
What the fuck you think I'm doing it Hungry like my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport The is tied up, they looking at you in the fourth Do you take the or pass it, this is ten-thousand hours And I'm on my Master's, liabilities, and assets And I'm showing up to practice, shooting early, getting no father to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard The animal in the jungle, running, with a habit (woo) Abracadabra that is magic say he'd want it, Madonna is on me dancing I'm sorry mama, I got it, I know I should my manners I'd probably go double-platinum if I think of an ad-lib I'm Prince, I rap a lot I grew up on Scarface, now my dog (woo) Irish goodbye, sayonara and we Put the in the coffin, motherfucker, I'm on one
Between a and a hard place blunted with a stone face Firebreather, Born under a moon But the sun is up soon Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, yeah,