Playing With Fire.

Lifestyle switching to Islam
I'm Reading the rich homie Quran
My body double is God
I'm soul lifting with arms
With hands close to my heart
My main goal is friends my dad sisters and mom

The homeboy with the outta town Boyz
And real friends I wish would come around more
Show dates an your place I'm on always on tour
Mr. 2 but with my dawgs,dawg we been on all fours

Double back, I don't get enough from rap
I just lost my job for rap
Momma stressed, they want us out the crib
I heard enough of that
At the party praying,lord help me
Where the bitches at
Bad dog my bitch is bad like zero brim fitted caps
Always seem to give my all to people who need me
When I need 'em most its getting difficult to talk
The last time my gran seen me was on TV
After five years I only saw her in a box

Tears on my face, blood stains on my old voice
Fear on my taste, tough breaks for my world choice
Tryna find a way for my conscious
Independent ways never payed for my options
Ironed out blood ties, locksmith
Idols on my phone having small fallouts with
Bro's featured fallen heroes its a topic
Rest in peace Riky in-between while the plots thick
Late night texts from my bro like "you got this"
Texts from my mom "you coming back?"
But I doubt it, outlet
I been incharge of nothing
But my actions when im heated
Burning through the present then repeat it

Going through shit right now don't take photos
Brand new bitch walk outside it's a no no
I don't trust don't come round me don't know bro
They some birds like that old Wu tang logo
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmmm
New space loving the section
I'm still running from exes
Hoes gotta problem but text me
I put em all on the guest list
Those girls come with a lesson
I know enough you upset me
Knee deep, pockets was heavy
We got problems are plenty
But you dating a bum bitch
I got mouths to feed here
I took a lot to be here
I only fuck with me here
Everythings up for me here
Keeping things a buck a spring here
Fike nama Boks you see here
Pass back catch it I'm clean
Made it out the mud shibilika

Capitec card was declining when paying for dinners
My niggas was scamming like here swipe this
Now we don't panic we still got tricks
Uber to where no,we got whips
They got stoned but we got sticks
Bro had a tool he did not fix
Povo 'burb middle class kids, eish

My whole life I thought God had a message
Reality told me to get it
Now I got ladies screaming and guys trying to see
If they girl ain't the one trying to sex me
I'm too focused on making it out
It was how many days with dopeboy on the floor
He in Canada, I'm on the couch
Loadshedding ing'bambile now

Had to whisper, had a quick phone call with my sister
Seven jackets we moving this winter
My one ex fell in love with a stripper
Since a teen bitch I knew I'm that nigga
Two-two cents is a lot but I'm Julies
Save my money but never a bitch
When I die they'll remember this shit

Fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmmm
Going through shit right now don't take photos
Brand new bitch walk outside is a no no
I don't trust don't come round me don't know bro
They some birds like that old Wu tang logo
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough fire
Not enough hmm