Fire

More fire Bloody Mary Uh, in here tryna put out a fire with gasoline Uh, bullets ringin' through amplifiers, it's a murder scene Uh, and then I saw them drop one by one (by one) Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun True definition of a rider Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah How many of you can say that you love your occupation? Not to belittle you with it, take this as motivation Closed cases, smokin' aces from broken places Cold cases, interrogations to poker faces Penitentiary livin', 'tis are beneath me Blue dress, what a mess, but could never impeach me (chee) If life a test, motherfucker, we got the cheat sheet (chee) Fuck back to back on you bitches, this shit a three-peat (I see all these) Petty crimes and pretty dimes in my environment Shit is timeless, let me present what I'm designing More money, more violence, witnesses silent Call me a tyrant, back on my shit with André the Giant Close your mouth (shh), let the fuckin' winner talk (loud) When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (no, no, no) Smoke you want? Tell 'em bring it on (blow, blow, blow) Headshot, another funeral I saw them drop one by one (by one) Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun True definition of a rider Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Daylight come, she turn into Cinderella Then run, run, run, told me I'm a juice and oxygen, but then again Fat asses in my camera lens, it never ends I'm just back in this bitch relapsin' on a binge, just me and my friends Infatuated with these M's, that sweet revenge They tell me life is what you make it, ask MC Ren The perfect example of how the fuckin' villain wins I think I covered all my bases, fuck public relations Observation operations, I'm due for vacation My location off the grid, that's privy information Dead presidents and smoke signals at my inauguration Easy work, 24-7 and never takin' off, I heard (yeah) New collars and dollars the makings of a boss, I deserve (chee) Bezos, pesos, I mean every ounce (every ounce) Yeah, it's the same dog that you bitches heard about, the word is out Close your mouth (shh), let the fuckin' winner talk (loud) When the war start, you don't wanna get involved (no, no, no) Smoke you want? Tell 'em bring it on (blow, blow, blow) Headshot, another funeral I saw them drop one by one (by one) Happiness is a fuckin' warm gun True definition of a rider Disrespectfully (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Cocoa Sarai Ya mon', bop, bop A real gunman ting, you see So the ting go Boom!