Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the being honest, I just thought that shit looked cool Hold up, do you who I am?
the block to Woodstock Retire? Don't that I could stop Jet-ski the way I the beat And fuck your wave, I'ma die that I did me I got some words and I cannot let die in me This is status Our bones end up in the ground, does it even Make some music, get what you put in Get out and go and the planet Now what the did you think this is? We born worth dying, we live Love, prosper, hands to the sky, a gospel Roll the dice, nah, I ain't on tomorrow Chain looking like belt Jacket looking something like a pelt Had to take a break and find put me in a box by myself The same writers my rhymes Are the same writers I gentrify in Bed-Stuy I can't even see the hate, I should probably check my I got 50,000 phones at me in the sky
a rock and a hard place Cold blunted with a face Firebreather, Born under a moon But the sun is coming up Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, yeah,
the fuck you think I'm doing it for? Hungry like my rookie year, and I'm new to the sport The game is tied up, they looking at you in the Do you the shot 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, early, getting baskets There's no to my style, I'm just a freckle-faced bastard The animal in the jungle, running, hunting a habit (woo) Abracadabra that is magic They say he'd want it, Madonna is on me I'm sorry mama, I got it, I know I should mind my I'd go double-platinum if I could think of an ad-lib I'm Prince, I rap a lot I up on Scarface, now Brad's 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 stone Firebreather, Born a blood moon But the sun is up soon Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, Fire, fire, fire, fire, Firebreather, yeah,