Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and listened to the band Just being honest, I just thought that shit looked Hold up, do you who I am?
the block to Woodstock Retire? Don't think I could stop Jet-ski the way I the beat And fuck your wave, I'ma die that I did me I got words and I cannot let them die in me This is arena Our end up in the ground, does it even matter? some good music, get what you put in Get out and go and the planet Now what the did you think this is? We born dying, in-between we live Love, prosper, hands to the sky, a gospel the dice, nah, I ain't betting on tomorrow Chain looking Orion's belt Jacket something like a lion pelt Had to take a break and myself put me in a box by myself The same criticizing my rhymes Are the same writers that I gentrify in I can't even see the hate, I should probably my eyes I got 50,000 phones at me in the sky
Between a and a hard place blunted with a stone face Firebreather, Born under a 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 it for? like it's my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport The game is up, they looking at you in the fourth Do you take the shot or pass it, this is ten-thousand And I'm on my Master's, liabilities, and assets And I'm showing up to practice, shooting early, baskets no father to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard The animal in the jungle, running, with a habit (woo) that motherfucker is magic They say he'd it, Madonna is on me dancing I'm mama, I got it, I know I should mind 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 rock and a hard Cold blunted with a face Firebreather, Born under a moon But the sun is up soon Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, yeah,