Fire

I can't keep going to shows and be the best nigga out
But at the end of the night nothing to show for it!
(Waste of my time bruh)
I can't keep fuckin wit niggas that name drop for some clout
Knowin damn well a nigga ain't gone blow for it!
You ain't gone go forward!
Ya know progression's the obsession.
Tryna rescue the game it's in a state of a depression.
Look at my bank account I'm seeing a recession
If I visualuze the bag it's soon up in my possession.
Look at me like I can't change up my profession
But you listen to this garbage & it's all at your discretion!
You get one chance to make a first impression
If you'd listen to my track then you'd know that I was destined!

Honestly I responsibly own my own accession to the top!
Ya see success ya know the haters gone flock!
Ol' girl around I feel my dick rising like my stock!
And yea you in the picture but you can get cropped!

I can't keep going to shows nothing to show for it!
I just keep bringin the fire they ain't got no hose for it!
I'm here to take out the trash here to dispose of it!
I just met the game I'm ready to propose to it!
I can't keep shootin them shots that ain't gone score for me!
I can't keep rockin this swagg I need some more jewelry!
I'm out here makin decisions like I'm on a jury!
And I will not disclose no info you ain't close to me!
Look I be hearin ya raps and I am unworried
Just wanna be rich but ain't got no purpose
(No purpose)
It's soundin like ya need to do some soul searching
(Soul searchin')
Or you can put the mic down nigga cold turkey!

Honestly I responsibly own my own accession to the top!
Ya see success ya know the haters gone flock!
Ol' girl around I feel my dick rising like my stock!
And yea you in the picture but you can get cropped!

Honestly I responsibly own my own accession to the top.
They gone flock!
Ol' girl around I feel my dick rising like my stock



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Curry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link