On Fire
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
It's like hell opened up, I'm no longer a resident
I'm rhymacidal, by now that should be evident
I don't do this shit for likes or views
Either pay me or end up on the nightly news
I'm from a crime-ridden drug-stricken city
I always been a bad boy, and I ain't talking Diddy
I got love in these streets, sell drugs or don't eat
And when I got the plug, I put mugs on they feet
I don't owe a nigga nothing, I'm debt free
I keep a pistol close by to protect me
I'm unsigned, never scribbled on the dotted line
I'm on a Independent grind, I want all mine
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm a business, it's gon cost just to witness
But don't get added to my hit list
I will end your career nigga, then crack a beer nigga
Rhymacide, we are what they fear nigga
Then do my money dance, I wear them funny pants
In one month I made a hundred bands
You can't tell me you don't smell me
I'd rather be feared than loved, Machiavelli
Open your eyes, you'll see that I am something special
I been spitting heat for years, I been a vessel
I believe in Rhymacide, that is is my religion
I eat competition like it's Jordan's fish and chicken
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
It's like hell opened up, I'm no longer a resident
I'm rhymacidal, by now that should be evident
I don't do this shit for likes or views
Either pay me or end up on the nightly news
I'm from a crime-ridden drug-stricken city
I always been a bad boy, and I ain't talking Diddy
I got love in these streets, sell drugs or don't eat
And when I got the plug, I put mugs on they feet
I don't owe a nigga nothing, I'm debt free
I keep a pistol close by to protect me
I'm unsigned, never scribbled on the dotted line
I'm on a Independent grind, I want all mine
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm a business, it's gon cost just to witness
But don't get added to my hit list
I will end your career nigga, then crack a beer nigga
Rhymacide, we are what they fear nigga
Then do my money dance, I wear them funny pants
In one month I made a hundred bands
You can't tell me you don't smell me
I'd rather be feared than loved, Machiavelli
Open your eyes, you'll see that I am something special
I been spitting heat for years, I been a vessel
I believe in Rhymacide, that is is my religion
I eat competition like it's Jordan's fish and chicken
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
I'm on fire, this is not a drill
This not a false alarm, this shit is for real
You can see flames from my mouth when I talk
And you can see the smoke from shoes when I walk
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Coe
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