House Fire

I remember sixth fucking grade I was playing with my toys
Then I heard a loud noise
Daddy calling to his boy
He was yelling something different
Fire started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah it's earned
I've sat back too long it's my turn
I made this song for them boys in the Burg

Cause I made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Boy fuck what you heard boy
Running round with glasses looking like a little nerd boy
Clap a fat ass after just a few words boy
Made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Made it out the Burg
Boy fuck what you heard boy
Running round with glasses looking like a little nerd boy
Clap a fat ass after just a few words boy

I'm like Allen Poe bitch I'll keep you in the floorboards
Dumb motherfucker that I hit with the four four
Four door car going forty by the drug store
Young dumb punks you could tell they needed hugged more
Fuck more bitches than your ass even talk to
I must be a ghost the way your crew getting walked through
My trap house like it's straight out of Saw two
Thinking I'm too nice but I really should have fought you
Shoes on the ground jump around at the Y
I got a few friends who rep Shi till they die
I got a few friends who still get the shakes
And the rest we all post that we love em fly high
Got a couple friends who got hit with a drive by
At the ball courts throwing lobs pressing Y Y
Dunk in that water like we make that fucking tie dye
Have a little fun coming home with them dry eyes
My my my boy your ass grew quick
Filling up them shoes never shooting any bricks
At the park till dark never switch on a pick
And all my friends new that one day I would be big too lit
Hotels we was moving in and out
Found a place to sleep in a bug infested house
Couldn't find no peace with them spiders in the couch
Now I got a fucking piece that I put in hater's mouths
Not one dude ever heard me said average
Money in the will no it's going in the casket
Good boy in school never ever skipping classes
Now I pull bitches like some metal to a magnet
Little bitty titties on these bitches but they dumb bad
Fishy little kiddie poke the kitty like a thumbtack
Spitting pretty quick but Jimmie's ass dumb whack
Fifty shots hit you out a sixty round drum mag
Sitting shit talking bitch walking on my name
No hands on a bitch like I'm Wacka Flocka Flame
You talking all that game till I came in aiming
Tool to your eyes like I'm bout to do Lasik
I like girls don't like complaining
I like bitches hate when they basic
Eat you alive won't even taste it
I drink blood don't even chase it
Wasted each and every motherfucking opposition
Winnings in my genes I ain't talking true religions
And I'm so fucking fire I don't got competition
They tell me cool it now they must think I'm New Edition
If I got ammunition you getting destroyed
He twitch on the ground like an eighties B-Boy
I've had my ups and downs now I own my town
I got so many blocks I might go for DPOY
Go psycho on a beat Pat Bateman
Face it I'm a fucking killer when the bass hit
Basic bitches all they know is how to take dick
Pray this bullet don't hit where I aimed it baby
Maybe I'll spare you maybe I won't
There's only two things that my ass really know
My key to success is the fire from the dome
And it all fucking started with a fire at a home
Go crazy bitch get naked
Like a politician's hand firm when you shake it
My momma and my friends always told me that I'd make it
Bitch I made the game just like Naismith
Hop on a beat start going ape shit
Poke her in the shower just like Bate's did
If this a test well I guessed that I aced it
If this a test shit I guess that I'd say that I aced it