Catch Fire

I made a lot of money
Spent most of it makin' a bail
Doin' whatever, feel ain't
Gettin' nowhere, like a pitbull
Tryna chase its tail
It get lonely on this paper trail
Had to make a sad song
For all the soul snatchers
Runnin' from they shadow
Fuck I'ma cap for? I don't tweet
I just show
Made peace with my ghosts
So I can reap what I sow
Yeah, soon I hop out the booth
I hop in the V with my Zoe
I'm in the sheets with a big old pole
Ain't tryna sleep with my ho
Mm, mama called me jokin'
Thinkin' 'bout my newborn
You Heaven-sent and bro
You lightskin, you look
Like just like me
Shootin' guns, abusin' drugs
I'm too young to be livin' like this
My grandma say
"A lot of people gon' die
About you, Tyson"
If you call me Jason
Then you knew me way
Before I was famous
I'll murder Satan when
I go deliver my soul to Haiti
Go ask my mami
I'm lil' Bill, I kill for real
Ask my family, I was ill since I little

Tryna catch fire



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