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Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II


Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t

And I light fire to my problems and put my soul into flight
Know my focus is tight, Ninja high, the weed bring the divine
And I'm Lighting up my problems

fire out the sub.
Killin’ every demo,
Murk a beat wit Brian, 
Shit produced by Benjels. 
Sargent got the best flow.
Ah!
Dropping tracks, 
Spittin’ raps,

Ain't no more waiting on niggas, 
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah, 
Done being helpful, 
Fuck am I nice to these

prolly gon' shine
Heard yo unky set up shop
It ain't prolly no linе
I can't come and get it
But cuz prolly close by
If you see cuddy with a strap
He gon'

their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)

I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in

Clubs get their

feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,

on the low
So they can brag to their friends that they
Dissed me and I didn't even know
But you can tell by the tone that they know
That they don't stand

occupied by
Whole world wide, industry ocean, floatin
No castaway saw us, no bottles of messages
Fuckin potions! watch out im explodingggg
Oh fuck, the mast

by
You think I give a fuck with my sunglasses I be out of sight
Nigga you can't see me even if you wanted to
You are where I was I am where I said I

My last album was like the birth of a newborn
Breaking bread when they lettuce still on the top like some croutons
Enemies start to look the same

hate you but I love your taste in music
It really is too bad that you were a liar
I was on my knees for you to stay cuz your playlist was fire
But you

a young beanstalk with a philosopher's brain
Kids on the block, modern day Abel's locked in they cage
Shot by Cain's
My last album more aggressive 'cause I

it on the beat play it back and it's fire
For my debut needed something divine
I'm a virtuoso
Look it up, by definition then I guess so
Track's about

trying to breathe
I speak with fiery speech
I am besieged by liars
Trying to be what I am
But I am unique
Maybe it's finally time that I leave
And find

living day by day 
Not that I don't want to be paid a weekly wage 
the clock tick tocs but what have I made
What have a gained nothing I can trade
For

world
The nitty gritty, big bad, London city

Can you feel my fire?
Can you feel my burning desire?
Cross that fine line, yes it's your time
My guy, It's

rap better than Lil Pump
And I get a million dollars like Donald Trump
I'm so lit I'm on fire, make you ignited
I've got the hots for you, you make me

these suckas  always wanna shade it
I stay gliding in the wind 
told my story with stokes of a pen
 I visualize my albums while sitting in the pen
I saw

to spray these shots back; My drizzy drake type flow will make you drop back, when I   spit fire, I desire that you caught that (he got them views!)

I ain't

on the track for the new song
Album twenty-two can blow up all the year long
College girls can't make me sad
I'm fine by myself, it's not bad
Party up until

Kjøpt opp for fire måneder siden
Solgte mine rim til fienden
Den fine weeden og vinen
Den letteste stien til å bli Stein
Som Faya Faya Som Faya Faya

pop a pill
Im bouta die
Goin like Killy I wanna deal
Side by side I wheelie up in these hills
Scooter game sick
Suburban the way I'm built
Im west side

underground, down here we aren't singing no ballads
I was brought up by the legends, killing MC's is a habit
Fuck your designer fabrics
Don't give a fuck if